This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
I am cold even in my deepest sleep,
Your image comes alive in my dreams.
I search for you in every moment.
In helpless nights that drag on,
An old letter in my hands,
My tears gather on the pages.
Sometimes I cry out to myself,
Always the same panic, the same story,
Fear circles silently within me.
I do not know if this pain will pass,
Does my heart know a remedy?
Does it know?
Köseoğlu, Selahattin. "Bilir mi?" Unpublished poem, 2026.