source I like the irregularities and crudeness Where I don't have to position myself in such a way that I have to walk around with a plank of my character Having to abandon the sky I've created Where saints

source After years of seeing you, it felt like an acacia has grown within me too Your tiny leaves fall I remember many faces Those I left behind in the dust of time I love them for this silent voice of

source I win, Because I love you I lose, Because I love you I create you in words I touch you with words I experience you with words I want every word to be for you These are the fiery peaks, Soaring towers,

source Perhaps everyone will call me wrong, but no one knows In the dark caves of life, how dark it was when I entered I placed my hand on a stone and couldn't maintain my balance The stone floated, not

source Open your arms And let the rain pass Look, the bird descending into the tree How peaceful and at ease It writes a line with the ink of sunlight That we cannot see It hums with great joy Tree and

source We don't start anything, We just want to love In doing so, we are just two who don't want any end In your opinion, I am a mountain and you are a bird You go to highs and lows with equal ease, While

source Like that old, dilapidated house Where no one lives anymore Love, celebration, and struggle are buried there Which belong to no one Except the ashes Picked up by the river's current Cutting the

source Life passes by just like that in a moment of conversation so why don't we, live every moment to the fullest Confine fragrance in a corner of the house and spread color on the dull roads, erase the

source Now, if you loved humanity, humanity, truth, and reality born from the womb of thought, with your thoughts with which you seek to illuminate and whiten the entire universe To wash away the bloody

source Those days still remain in my memories soaked in the intoxicating scent of fresh roses, like bloodshot petals, those days are alive in my remaining memories in the deepening darkness of the fading

source Today, even my words are slipping from my palms disappearing somewhere behind the white clouds floating in the blue sky I wonder where? Those words that I had brought out from my heart I kept stitching

source Don't panic, my heart, when darkness descends upon my paths, or I, searching for dawn, run swiftly on a road mixed with darkness and light, in the race of the world Searching for light on the dark

source When life's path begins And begins a constant struggle Across all its ups and downs And ravines Life, adorned like a bride Begins to fold its veil Weary and closes its eyelids Then gives it a gentle

source Now the seasons are changing Slowly...slowly...slowly... Change is the law of creation It is eternal, unchangeable, impenetrable Nature and man are also bound by the laws of nature Nature, which

source 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

source I've decided now that whenever I think of you with the weather, with the winds with the dew-soaked autumn morning or with my weakness as dusk falls in my room or with my inability to see my face

source Today, while you are with me, your memories remain Seasons still come of flowers The season of colors and fragrances The season of love and rain In fields filled with yellow mustard flowers in drops

source My beloved, Whenever I came near you your warm breath, I loved it I asked you, where did you get so much warmth in your breath you showed me by tearing the earth's heart you blossomed... like countless

source I never wanted you to be my rival or to oppose you I never imagined my existence without you After all, it was you who filled my wings in childhood with flight gave desires the wind, I kept flying

source Today, even my words are slipping from my palms, lost somewhere behind the white clouds floating in the blue sky... who knows where? Those words that I had brought out from my heart, I kept stitching