"A devotion and a comfort in knowing that I was his, regardless of whether he chose to cherish or to ruin."
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People around you wear masks; decorated in ways they can appear to your liking.
Picked so delicately, yet not at all; because after a whil...
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Is your soul fire, or are those eyes from flames? I don't know with what kind of embers this volcano ignited. Does the propeller ever hide themselves from the flame? You wanted it, that's why this volcano ignited.
If the day receives light from you and takes on a color; If the moon prostrates and crawls into the ground; While everything is being erased and disappeared from my evil eye; Only if the light of those green eyes is visible...
O you who made me into ashes with your never ending flames, O you who ignites hearts with every look of yours! Sharp as a dagger and delicate as flowers...
When your complexion gives me the pleasure of death; I will throw the fury in my heart to the winds. I tasted the pleasure of sinning with the eyes, The eyes that are of the God in you, The eyes of your strictest cruelty and weapon.
Shoot with your glorious gun and provide me tranquility, You are magnificent when killing and shooting!
It is like another spell is gushing from your face, A face that of a tigress taken by sadness...
Longing for you, O fresh spring of twenty years, Finally reaching you won't cease me of my ache. It won't cease! It is the voice of heart, worshipping; the voice of love! It won't cease! It is the composition of eternal longing!
It would have been easy to die in desire of you, Only if seeing you in heaven was rendered possible.
If the seas drown the world and turn it into an apocalypse, If the seas extinguish the volcanoes in me alone! Still alive and hiding in my soul: hope!
If there is still hope, for my entire lifetime; I would be a curtain to hide you from the foreign, Like earth; I would be right under, everywhere you stepped.
Your moonlit face must make God envious! This beauty cannot be woven even from the most emotional poem. It's hard to approach, it's hard to get away from you; It's the duty of the heart, this beauty is invisible to the eye...
(translated from Turkish)
"GERİ GELEN MEKTUP" (THE RETURNED LETTER) - HÜSEYİN NİHAL ATSIZ
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P L A Y L I S T
I want the songs to create an atmosphere while you are reading. I want them to give you the same feelings I had while writing. They are mostly instrumentals.
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