![]() inspiration collectorsA Poem by BerenI lost my anxiety that I must make my poems perfect. I can't write a more beautiful poem than your face I can't describe all my emotions on a paper And with this deficiency of mine, hold me close I stopped running to catch up with life I now walk, examining the roads Because I came across your poem on the wall I cook the food thinking whether you would like it, if you ate it I listen to the songs I listen to, thinking if you listen it I try to find myself again and it's okay to get lost on this path A light filter slowly entered my room and reflected on The Wren I want to translate 400 pages of my favorite book for you Just so you can read love in my words I thank the gods I don't believe in For bringing you and me together on the same night And I will continue all my prayers For them watching over us as we dance under the same moonlight I will kiss new lives on your lips There will be new bird sounds in your ears I will worship your body so that God will understand the reason for the prayers I offer to him When we get older together, both of us under the same blanket while we sleep We will live only to write poems to each other And until that day we will collect inspirations for those poems
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