The Key

A single-footed poem in the forest,

The forest trembled beneath the planted feet,

The search continued, rolling along,

The sky remained dry,

Until a silent-breaking cloud brought rain.

The man, lost in his thoughts, was drenched,

As the entire forest crawled with small-eyed visions,

Reaching through the forest was a leap of the mind,

Yet his mind struggled and leaped,

Walking and constantly looking back.

The path he had taken became a mirage,

A mirage that lamented if one listened closely,

The symbol of crying, the rain,

Oh Vena cried excitedly, just like him.

The one who looked up until yesterday,

The one who crossed her fingers,

The one who leaned on her lap,

The suddenly broken rainbow,

Lifted and carried like a mystical cross.

Love is not just about joining, but also parting,

Evan's philosophy became a mistake,

Resulting in a woman's betrayal,

The depths of a woman's heart are said to be profound,

An unopened lock always waits in silence.

Time will heal the breathlessness,

Of open windows slammed shut,

Turn your attention elsewhere.

He couldn't easily accept the fact,

That the woman who constantly showered him with love,

Would take it away when given the chance,

As if it were a part of love,

Do birds betray their lovers?

Why do humans change faces with treachery, deceit, and deception?

There is nothing left in him, he is soaked,

Is the wetness rain or tears?

His subconscious believed,

That every passing tree was imparting a lesson,

A small drop that touched a leaf,

Caused vibrations in his feet,

Big drops of smiles resonated within,

As if he agreed to offer flowers for his impending suicide.

He can now say that the country is a forest,

Such a forest and a view based on the forest,

He started feeling it during his thirty-minute climb.

A feeling beyond the realm of time.

Let my death's ode drip like acid,

Into the ears of those who have departed,

Let the last scene of my corpse,

Be imprinted in the mirror of her condition,

Let my blood flow in the minutes of her death,

The pain of love is not just death,

Every day she realizes that life is still life,

Let her laugh every day.

He was getting closer,

Observing the white horse running up the hill,

Kicking and clawing,

The one who poured out her love throughout her life,

When she left, it was as if she vanished into thin air,

There was fire and burning,

A small nest built by an unknown bird, meant for him.

Mountain top, the door to death,

He watched with wide eyes,

As if he believed Satan perched overhead, pretending to weep,

The whip-wielding lover taught,

That death's claws scratched at every flower,

Rolling from the cascade of the dead,

Merging into the river,

A curse that denies the sweetness,

It was fertilizer meant to kill the beloved,

Losing was more enjoyable than finding.

He was getting ready, his legs shaking,

Love stumbled, his girlfriend set the butterfly free,

His eyes were rolling,

As the world turned dark.

That swarm of ants, they missed again,

The key they had been carrying for so long,

Slowly descending as if the key was stuck,

In a rocky alley, standing upright,

The swarm of ants attempted to lift the key again,

With the same speed, the same determination,

Even if a virgin winks, a snake is still a snake,

But poetically, who is she running in search of?

Wearing a lamb as an inspiring poem,

The water, full of love,

It is the moment that feels warm while searching for the forest,

No, he feels that the finger

 of continuation has caught him,

He thinks that suicide has planted something,

That no longer angers him towards his girlfriend,

Even in separation, he remains a lover,

Who knows if falling rain is the death of failure,

All that is left in his life is groaning,

He can't feel the rain, he can only wake up.

He sees with troubled eyes,

That the hands that should have spent time with his beloved,

Are losing their function and the flowers are falling,

How wonderful, forest and life and love,

What is lost in love,

How will the heat of joined hands cool in moments,

He swings his legs and thinks,

Selfishness, her greed to be with him,

The bird's love is in flight.

She must have taken the mind of the one she left behind,

Death with an unintelligible mind is also waking up without understanding,

Love does not require a meeting or a body,

Suicidal death never nourishes love,

It diminishes love throughout time,

The mind of the deceased is clear, running,

Wild and restless love,

A blank wall and a staring gallery,

Live and see after leaving,

Love lives, but he can't even cry,

He has started arranging for a journey.

How can suicide be the solution,

When life itself isn't a solution,

Not searching and getting lost are the same,

Searching for love is life.

Standing on top of the rock,

His eyes rolling,

In his eyes, a plant growing on a rock,

A little to the right, had a beautiful flower,

The red petals resembled the face of his beloved,

The world became bright,

Why die to rise from the mind like an appearance,

Beloved broke up by herself,

No love,

Living in the world where she resides is love,

Seeing the sky she saw is love,

My longing is greater than that.

She is the flower of the mountain,

He is the wind.

It began to rain auspiciously,

The blind man slowly descended from the hill,

He was coming down,

The one who came down a little,

Walked away carrying the butterfly of joys.

The swarm of ants now picked up the key from behind,

Once again blocked by a foot,

The swarm of ants believed the key would fall in front of them,

They ran forward to retrieve the key.

The woman standing on the top rock,

Was wet with rain or a drop of tears,

The forest, the mountain, and the rain believed,

That the girl, with wide-open eyes, watching the falling river,

Would jump at any moment,

And so it happened, a terrible burden,

Suicide.

Now the swarm of ants walks with the key,

Which has fallen in front of them,

Stuck in a flower plant, standing upright,

Slightly distracted, he suddenly turns to look at her.

The swarm of ants still haven't found the key.