Now if I tell you about the flowers or the birds. You come to me by plucking the flowers or you put the birds in the cage so that I can be happy. Whereas flowers are more beautiful before they die, and kissing the wings of a flightless bird is a sin on my lips.
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If I cry, will you hear my voice,
In my verses;
Can you touch
To my tears, with your hands?
I didn't know the songs are so beautiful
That words are not enough
Before I get into this trouble.
There is a place, I know;
It is possible to say everything;
I'm pretty close, I hear;
I can not tell.
-Orhan Veli Kanık
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"Don't get close to me!" I wasn't feeling well at all. My mood stuck in the tide was tearing my heart and mind apart, but I could not intervene in any way. I was an absurd soul in an absurd body. I could neither control my body nor my soul. I realized that there was no way out of this cycle, so I had to ruthlessly destroy the cycle itself if necessary.
