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heart of sadness
follows the eyes
of madness
into the scream of night.

who dares to dream
in a starless night?

war and peace then war and love

and all nightmares are real
staring into

a starless night,

and all we have
are the flames
stolen from a screaming night,
and all we have are each other.
The fire burns with red and gold,
It crackles like a restless dream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

The burning sky will soon unfold,
Its flames, they rise with steady gleam.
The fire burns with red and gold.

A tale of ancient wrath, so bold,
The sky ignites with a scream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

Beneath the storm, hearts will hold,
Their strength is more than it may seem.
The fire burns with red and gold.

Through ash and ember, stories old,
We walk where shadows softly beam.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

In heat and fury, we are sold,
Yet still we chase the fleeting dream.
The fire burns with red and gold,
The winds will carry what’s untold.
Sit quietly now
and look
beyond the page

the blurs
outside the lines
and patterns
shape the hours
in our days

gently shade my creamy skin
in creases, tints and hues

creating a colorful universe

just a crayon
me and you
Old enough
to be your
Grandfather

Young enough
to be your
Friend

Wise enough
to see your
Greatness

Where time
and tide
— depend

(University City: April, 2025)
 Apr 4 Berrin Yakar
Nina
In
 Apr 4 Berrin Yakar
Nina
In
Telling you I miss you
won’t make me miss you less
but my god how much I just
want to tell you
that I miss you
when I breathe in
when I breathe out
her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, “why do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, “because her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

“i wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
“what would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, “just let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”
It’s  a grey sky with hint of  clouds
Warm humid air along the atmosphere
Upbeat day
Enjoying the heat
A stone
cannot be broken
but bent inside—
its fault lines
only strain
in harsh weather.

It does not
try to lift
or roll away—
just taught
to keep
its hurt
under hard gray
quiet.

It will stay
where it fell—
move only
if you kick it
or push it
away—
feeling nothing
but your hurt.

What bleeds
in you
only makes me
a stronger
boulder—
don’t hurt
just be calm
and come lean
against me.
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