Are you okay?
How hard is it to grope in the dark of night! Touching things that you cannot know with your hands. And bumping into something while moving forward. Yes, there is every possibility. Either you break it, or it hurts. Either your life or someone else's heart. Darkness is such a reality.
There was such a time that we were looking for our bright futures in darkness. Our feet are blind, our eyes are lame. Our tongue is covered in dirt and cannot smell it. Either our hands are in someone else's pocket in this dark.
We left the reality of humanity hanging in obscurity and who knows where. My Lord, what kind of beings have we become in this turmoil? They left us without moon, star and sun.
This disease called age has taken us from us. It is neither a dream nor a dream. Honor, chastity, honor and dignity have lost their existence in daily life. What about our environment!
Trees grow very shapeless, very weak. The flowers have a bitter mood. A pale look. They have been running after the sun with excitement day after day for centuries and then they lost my hope. A fragile, gentle, yet fragile sky.
There were happy children. Their voices echoed in the streets. One would be a mother, one would be a father, and one would be a child, they would start a family and play. Dreams, dreams, now they're all gone. They deceived us. We are plunged into darkness. Is humanity dying?
Now we stand up with one last effort and fight for the future. a hand
we are looking for a stable in the pitch black of night, smelling of milkweed. We are looking for a hand that has sucked halal milk. We are looking for a hand to weave a noose. We're looking for a hand to untie the knots. We are looking for a hand that knows us better than we do. We are looking for a hand that will show the darkened minds as clear as the water flowing from the mountains.
He will bring us to us in his frost. He will both love and make us love. He will start from the deepest and resurrect us. I think we're better now. All they can't kill is our hopes. That must be the best part of being human.
Grow with hope. Remember yesterday and prepare for tomorrow. We should never give up on life. It should start a new day. And let's never forget that there is always a way out of the darkness to the light. The hand extended to you is your self-confidence. Without getting tired, step by step, it will return with victory. I wish you to raise a healthy mind and healthy individuals who believe in good days.
Even the way they cry is different - Poem
Operations with fractions are two, like this this century,
Actually there will be twenty-six
The space between the heart line and the dashed dots.
I was sucked in like horizontal twists,
Mostly on my bed and when I have my hands and knees tied.
Unfortunately, even the way women cry was different,
We can call it a genetic delicacy.
I wish I could have had the moment of saying the same word with you at the same time.
Isn't that a strange request!
For a commoner like me.
My mountain violet, my wild clover, my highland flower,
I wanted you to be fooled by the innocence of the adjective phrases or expressions above.
Because a poem is beautiful only with the color of emotion it makes you feel.
Let's make a swing with you one day,
Among the pine trees in front of a wooden house,
Let your time be a nostalgic shot.
Also, I love it so much that you must walk swaying towards me.
I'm pouring letters on your path as if caught in the current,
Unsupervised and far from internal discipline,
It's as if it's been donated, the parcel is taped and messy.
Maybe I'm a superstitious myth.
Away from you.
