You say I express sadness, anxiety and disbelief in my poems
You searched for a happy season in my poems,
but you couldn't find it
You tried to find the evening in my poems, which, in its final moments,
turns the horizon pink with its countless rays, but you failed
You tried to find the moon,
the wind, the lake, the birds in my poems, but you couldn't find even these
In this narrow, dark world where I live, there's nothing
Where can I find what's missing?
Where can I find it?
The sun will rise again in the morning,
The flowers will bloom again,
where you and I will meet
The birds will return to their nests in the evening,
You too will come to hide me in your embrace
But you don't know,
how afraid I have become of the morning light
Every morning makes me weak,
I am filled with distrust
Whether this distrust is towards me
or towards you, I don't know
With the dawn, I start waiting for the evening
when you will return on a golden evening
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 