Land of the Free Births
This is the English version of the article “Özgür Doğumlar Ülkesi”
Sunrise is fresh.
How many laughters fit into a few seconds…
No one is aware of this burden.
Which addiction is innocent
Who can live without getting used to?
Clouds don’t cover the Sun here, at all.
the ones who make the rain are far away.
Let the dead births because of the distance,
be new seeds when they get buried into the earth.
Even some trees are all alone.
Don’t they feel scared, even a bit?
Just because they do not touch the Freedom,
many snakes live for thousands…
They’d not touch even if it doesn’t hurt.
They do not be happy even if the rain falls.
Some dogs can wake up one day.
There are feelings to
hesitate to touch.
fear to touch to not hurt.
these should be words on their own.
How soft some films are.
Like the balconies with garden smells.
No bird could come otherwise.
Some fly so chic.
This life is like an exile for those.
Sunshine goes in a rush lately
with “what if”s
with the sea of fear,
and people start drowning in their spit.
No horizon line,
if the eyes are closed well.
Clouds don’t cover the Sun here, at all.
the ones who make the rain are far away.
Which rainbow is this warm?
and the colors in the dark?
how possible to burn this quiet?
This forest is the
Land of the free births.
Crown shyness until the sky
many snakes many trees.
This land’s butterflies are blessed
without sneezing.
The sun is setting,
Trees are sleeping.
dark shades go beautiful with the green.
Do you hear the sound of the sunset?
Snakes are always far, from the sound of sunshine farewell.
Do you also use only eyes
to be able to see?
You cannot get this depth
if you look at the leaves only
The gap is pretty bold,
and it swallows the harmful intentions.
Even though there is no sunlight anymore,
green is still warm.
A good clean pure green.
The ones who think it is too pure,
crash into the rocks.
crash into the eyelashes that protect the eyes do not see,
to the eyes of snakes which do not exist.
That is not a green Sun,
sometimes no warmth.
some plays do not end as good games.
though, in this forest,
some want to play,
again.
on purpose.
Are you waking up?
Does it hurt so much?
