Poem of Endless Şiiri - Hilal Baykara

I dreamt of a place,
On top of a snowdrop.
So small yet so big,
Like my heart.

I dared to hope,
For the people lived,
So they could write,
Their own destiny.

I wanted to feel,
For them to live,
So they would understand,
How beautiful death is.

I wanted to destroy,
For them to understand.
So they would see,
There is a change after destruction.

I wanted to burn,
For them to want,
So they would writhe,
And feel the desire.

I wanted to go,
For them to lose,
So they would get caugt,
In the hook of despair.

I wanted to return,
For them to feel delight,
But I am afraid,
It would enthral delirium.

I know and I don't,
You know I won't,
It is a big requiem,
I always dream but I am not dream.