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Source: @laceypaigepoetry on Instagram
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RΓΌzgΓ’r bile senden izin almalΔ± bazenβ¦
Γyle geliΕigΓΌzel esmemeli saΓ§larΔ±na, ΓΆyle hoyrat dokunmamalΔ± sana dΓΌnya.
βAΓ§ma zΓΌlΓΌflerin yar yarβ derken aslΔ±nda bir korku saklΔ± iΓ§inde;
Seni herkes gΓΆrmesin diye deΔil,
Seni herkes anlayamasΔ±n diye.
ΓΓΌnkΓΌ bazΔ± gΓΌzellikler kalabalΔ±Δa aΔΔ±r gelir,
BazΔ± bakΔ±Εlar herkesin taΕΔ±yabileceΔi kadar hafif deΔildir.
Senin bir tel saΓ§Δ±n, bir Εehrin susmasΔ±na yeter bazenβ¦
Bir gΓΌlΓΌΕΓΌn, iΓ§imde yΔ±llardΔ±r kapalΔ± kalan bΓΌtΓΌn kapΔ±larΔ± aralar.
Ben seni saklamak istemem aslΔ±nda,
Ama seni harcamak isteyen gΓΆzlerden korumak isterim.
ΓΓΌnkΓΌ sen; anlatΔ±lΔ±nca eksilen,
BakΔ±lΔ±nca derinleΕen bir Εiir gibisin.
O yΓΌzdenβ¦
Açma zülüflerini yar yar,
Bu dΓΌnya gΓΌzelliΔi hak edecek kadar masum deΔil henΓΌz. ASΔ°KAN
(ΕARKILARA SΓZLER)
Before the sun rose, whispers of dawn embraced my heart, weaving warmth through the night's lingering shadows, a promise of kindred light.
The problem with Rupi Kaur is capitalism, in this essay I will
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Of Unseen Threads
I saw you by the window pane, As autumn sunlight kissed the rain. A soft-worn book within your hand, A story whispered through the land. Your lashes fell, a gentle screen, Upon a thought, a silent scene. I wondered then what tales you kept, What secret hopes within you slept. No word was spoke, no sign was made, No sudden gesture, unafraid. Just quiet breath, and passing hour, A blossoming, unspoken flower. Yet in that pause, a truth I knew, A subtle string, unseen, so true To rules of world, but strong and vast, A silent spell that would outlast. It bound my heart in fragile knot, A whispered feeling, never sought. A Lai of moments, soft and deep, While city secrets gently sleep.
Was reading a rupi kaur book for a Substack piece, and came across this poem:
Which reminded me of these horse memes.
So I had to turn it into one. Enjoy!
-Noah Wunn