This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
I watch the magical veil that winks at the night,
I feel its spread through my mind like a violet veil.
As I wander through the farthest limits of my dreams,
I hear the touch of a noble whisper within my heart.
I am now far from the weary haste of red,
And from the infinite silent calm of blue...
I stand and wait upon that mysterious threshold,
Clothing myself in my soul’s most proud hue.
As the wind blows over me through a lavender field,
I sink deeply into the heart of my own tale,
Vanishing within it.
Violet is that hidden land within me,
That unique dream I never wished to awaken from...
Aykut, Esmanur. "İçimdeki Gizem: Mor." Unpublished, handwritten poem. 2026