I will always be a child!

Aren't my dreams and my words also in the hour of my dreams?

In the sovereignty of my Lord, the loving flood of mercy and love and myself that I pursue again.

Recurring emotions are witty.

The pains that hit the heels of my soul.

A drawer I can't open, the emotions that remain unattended in the locked shift of my heart, and most of all the frail existence of love, but haven't I always overestimated love?

Goldfinches.

The canary in a cage.

The sultan parrot and here are the voices chanting the takbir and of course the rain hitting the glass window of loneliness.

My heart stacked with my sadness.

The climate of the sliced words of uncertain climate and my state of mind is no longer chaotic, as much as I easily sacrificed myself, who and who is falling out of my eyes nowadays.

I am cold when I succumbed to the love of spring.

I fall incessantly, whereas my soul is bright, and a climate that pierces even the darkness is the mobilization of the heart.

I sprinkle cinnamon on the blank page.

First I write a poem that tastes like rice pudding, but it's not enough.

As I scrape the bottom of the heart like Kazandibi, another poem falls from my heart.

It hurts by far and poems don't cut it.

I have to cut another huge slice and the climate has a sour taste.

Spring is not spring.

Winter is not winter.

I shoo away everything that follows me and each one of them spreads its wings to nothingness and I don't get lost and isn't it enough that I've been lost for a lifetime and the losses I've suffered.

There are words that are considered shameful, for example, in my heart dictionary that I have engraved in my heart.

Love for example.

Love is a universe where love sings and love is the reason for our creation.

The cry comes to an end.

Even though I know that love is not an accurate choice, the universe always gives the same command:

Just love.

Who?

This trap question that I have never once fallen into because since my childhood I have been easily loving people without caring who they are and putting them in my heart and landing on the top of love and pecking at the familiar lane of love and the questions that will change it.

My color is love.

My temperament is love.

My meaning is faith.

Of course, my first love is my grandmother and I do not leave the woman alone without interruption.

I make a discovery even when I am climbing a flat wall with my height, mostly a weight that loneliness gave to my heart at that time, and that's when your dream world is born and comes into the world.

I sang with love and welcomed a battalion of imaginary friends into my heart.

When I had no friends and wasn't allowed to play on the street...

In fact, I am pouring into the mercy given to me by the universe, oblivious of the cause and effect relationship.

My imaginary heroine, who is the same age as me, is a mother with hundreds of children, each of whom is hidden behind the scenes.

I run around the house screaming with my grandmother until it is time to play.

I am a beloved child whose family pays a lot of attention to me.

And we have a wide circle where love grows even more.

Still, it is not enough for me and I want to present the endless sea inside me to the world.

My world is very wide.

I have dreams and I am a happy child who does not yet know about pain and sadness and death.

My journey started at the age of four or five, when I realized myself with my love, like a bird hopping in my heart climate and a river overflowing from within, and remembered myself clearly.

Evil has not yet become famous.

People's emotions have not yet rolled off the cliff and I am both lonely and crowded, but it seems that there is no one who hurts me and my pain only hurts when I fall to the ground and my mother kisses my injured knee.

The engraving presentation of life and a heart full of humility and here my identity is slowly taking shape and there is not the slightest negativity involved in my life.

The heart's battery never runs out.

My joy and love for people flourishes day by day.

I don't know anyone I don't know because I know everyone around me and I feel safe and the more I am loved, the more I love life and my playmates and the wind blowing in the altitude of love is also booming with my love for people.

Love from the seasons.

Child of the seasons.

Innocence from the seasons.

Hope from the seasons.

My inner world, which I traveled with my love for Allah and grew with the prayers my mother taught me, and I started to discover life anew.

The peace that comes.

At the peak of pleasure and with the magic of being a child in the reality of being human, perhaps I promise myself that day:

I will always remain a child.

Is it because I am still not a person of my age with a mercy child heart that grows as I love, or because I approach people without prejudice and with love.

Moreover, after that promise I made to myself, while I did not even give a single possibility that I would be hurt, at least as much as I did not hurt, my huge love, which was reinforced after the respect I had for myself, was matched with love, and I did not easily talk about love in front of my family, and I equated love with my joy of living, and here I reached both my Lord and myself.

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