This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Dark places,
Roads in disrepair,
Lies sharp as a blade.
Yet on a summer evening,
With a wind scattering dandelions,
We dreamed impossible dreams.
For every struggle endured, a new page,
We bundled daisies until midnight.
How long has it been since we last spoke?
Since we turned back to old days and talked under a blind light?
Bayrı, Nisa Nur. "Hasret." Unpublished, handwritten poem. 2026.
