Portrait of a Lost Dream by Can Berkol
Opportunities; we got....
Time; we spent....
Dreams; we exhausted...
When I first looked through the frame, I saw a green grass reaching the eternal blue sky.
Second time I looked through the frame, I saw colorful bricks layering on top of each other.
Last time I only saw and old, shady wall blocking my view. Then I realized I had to change my frame; and now, I only hope that it isn't too late.
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