Berf ( Snow) Şiiri - Bahar Ada

I was the wave blue in your eyes.

In your mind, a flame of the sun,

On your skin, an olive tree,

In your soul, a breeze I was.

You were not aware.

One must stop,

To walk again.

One must die,

To be reborn.

One must awake,

To dive again.

Your eyes as blue as,

Your mind, a flame to the void,

Your skin, a tree to its trunk,

Your soul, enveloped by the breeze.

I am aware.

This dream, in a mess,

It must fall apart, piece by piece.

We are in a dark room,
You and I.

Through the crafted door,
Berf flows in with its seven-colored fringe.

This room, in a mess,

It must crumble, piece by piece.

This path, in a mess,
It must be walked, fresh and anew.

My eyelids flutter open,
And around me, Berf,
And nightmare.

Gulê