Bu hafta ki yazï¿½mï¿½z iï¿½in ï¿½rem Uï¿½ar'a teï¿½ekkï¿½r ediyor, sizi yazï¿½sï¿½yla baï¿½baï¿½a bï¿½rakï¿½yoruz.

Kalp atï¿½mï¿½ gibi toprakta ilk kï¿½pï¿½rdanï¿½ï¿½...

Can.

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Yaï¿½ama tutunuï¿½.

Merkezi sarmalayan o neï¿½eli dans...

Serpiliï¿½.

Kï¿½kten gï¿½ï¿½ alï¿½p gï¿½ï¿½e uzanï¿½ï¿½...

Var oluï¿½.

Ani bir filiz...

Aï¿½k.

Topraï¿½ï¿½ kavrayan her yeni kï¿½k,

yeï¿½ilin en tazesinden her bir tomurcuk,

gï¿½ne gï¿½lï¿½mseyen her ï¿½iï¿½ek,

Armaï¿½an.

Sevginin sessiz dili,

Doï¿½anï¿½n ï¿½abasï¿½z ï¿½abasï¿½,

Yaï¿½amï¿½n alï¿½akgï¿½nï¿½llï¿½ mucizesi

Bitkilerin bize hatï¿½rlattï¿½ï¿½ï¿½...

ï¿½iï¿½ek Akademi'ye teï¿½ekkï¿½rler... :)

ï¿½rem Uï¿½ar.

Sevgilerimizle..

Sizde akademimizde kurumsal olarak yeni tasarï¿½mlara yelken aï¿½mak isterseniz bilgi iï¿½in tï¿½klayï¿½nï¿½z.

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