This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Once my coffees were bitter.
As my coffees blended with milk, I came to understand better.
When the time comes when poppies fade like this,
Do you not think you will allow them to bud and bloom again?
Then set aside all your worries.
On the back of time,
There are surely things meant for us.
Bayrı, Nisa Nur. "Zaman." Unpublished, handwritten poem. 2026.
