Whereas I should have started with all the stories I thought.
I let go of my pen, I thought that I had never witnessed any human being in his own friendship, such unprofitable love for each other.
I realize that in this world, with the crowd that constantly complains about poverty in existence, some even quit their lives from love to suicide, and seeing him escape from bridges, roofs, by referring to his life, I realize that my walls of people gradually turn into pillars.
We say we're getting lonely. Not out of the blue. This rebellious, rebellious and insatiable attitude, the day we wash off the poisonous microbes that cover our tongue, the day we learn to converse with tolerance to each other's ideologies and ideas, we will get rid of loneliness and segregation.
Morning. Slope roads are my business route. Every morning on the roadside, I would greet and talk with the dogs, one old and two younger, looking at their sincerity with each other, then smile to myself happy.
It is impossible to hide the positive energy, as the light of the sky from the hills down into the forest, I would watch them and watch them play. It was impossible not to admire their embracing with their paws by revealing their eerie, coy, stature.
In the winter months, in the desolation of my two-kilometer road, they would enter the world of my desolation fears and befriend me under the leadership of my courage and courage.
They fed by sharing the meals brought by the municipality or volunteer people. Neither attacked the one in front of the other, and even offered each other their food by rubbing their mouths.
Over the years, I was seeing that the old dog had trouble walking anymore. Young dogs do not walk away from the old dog for a moment. They followed the steps of the old dog and moved. When they got tired from the group and left the group, they waited patiently and quietly to stand up, wandering around by the young dogs, without escaping from the friendship incumbent on their eternal guard duty, without getting away, without being told or showing off.
You won't be idle, my dear - Poetry
Favorite,
You always rain on me.
You want to rain as it rains on my slopes.
You want to love as you love and kiss as you kiss, my heart.
You want to hug my arms as you hug.
You don't stand by me alone.
You deal with me.
You express your satisfaction to be with me.
You will not refrain from joining hands with my soul.
You enjoy traveling with what I talk to.
You make fate unity with my words.
You find yourself line by line with my poems.
And with my letters you will be an envelope to time.
You reflect your beauty and inner beauty to me.
You put your smile, your smile on my cheeks.
You add your voice, your crystalline voice to my breath.
You share your thoughts with me.
When you do something, you bring me to your mind.
You find a trace of me in a text you read.
You will not stand idly by your side.
You take the instrument and compose your feelings about me.
You take my integrity in your eyes and weave my life for tomorrow.
Do you know what I love, you are a very nice detail.
I do not complain about being lost in this detail momentarily.
I do not have any problems with you.
On the contrary, I enjoy what they say.
I get peace of mind from what he said.
I will feel happy even from his silence at a moment's notice.
I am pleased with all aspects.
And I appreciate your every stance.
I love with love.
That morning.
Slope roads were my happiness route again. As the sun rises in front of me, I look out for three friends watching my path, watching nature awaken.
They disappear, the excitement of my heart has suddenly disappeared. It was not possible for me to express my curiosity in writing as my eyes were looking to the right, left, invasively all around. My gaze was begging to see the three friends.
A week later, as the sun was rising brightly into the forest, I saw the two young dogs crying with deep sighs.
I got out of the car and went towards them. And I was crying in pain for the first time in a long time since my mom, dad.
This situation, which coincides with the most difficult period of my life today, is a very profound lesson to me as if to say "shake off".
Yes, I have experienced all my cries and cries that I suppressed after you, as if releasing my sorrow and waking up again, with jolting, jolting and burning from the tip of my eyelash before I could be you.
Today I realized that my best secret that awakens my heart is the virgin love of my family that has remained untouched around me.
Loving ripples like the sea on my right shoulder.
Loving is a camera without prohibitions or obstacles. Whatever you load on your frame, you will see its image in your mirror
Rejoice. Be loved.
Love flows and flows like a lake.
