All my stories are your story
, if its sad, its because of your grief, you suddenly threw
like a deer in the deserts,
it was enough that your eyes were beautiful, you didnt see the wolf herd, there
was no heart in my heart not to see you as a wolf
, they sit in ambush with sharp teeth,
my God, what can I do for you
, if a thorn goes to your feet in this desert, suddenly like a bird in the
cage of love, you broke a
feather, you went to the sky, you went to that distance. You sat down,
there was no heart in my heart, dont get lost in Bagha alley
, in the evening, when it is dark, dont let the crow fall on your head,
dont throw a stone at the ball, my
thoughts and imagination
are all my stories, its
your story, if its sad, its because of your grief
, suddenly you went like a flower, you went like a flower, you went to the creep,
the torrent of rain and hail came,
I took you from the sky to the greenhouse so that it
doesnt freeze your head when it gets wet, you dont throw wings and
dont throw under the hail.
My leaf is all my stories, your story was
extinguished for a moment like a candle,
if it wasnt for the butterfly, you would have been forgotten
, yes, I became a butterfly so that my prima would be burned
so that the fire of your heart would be sewn into my heart so that it would burn, I am writing about you, you
who are sad, if you want to tell me again,
I will tell you so that I can be
tired and
broken with your love.
