Gedichten
19 oktober 2026
V10.19.26.3Engels
I depreciate each asset, as if my life depends on it.
I falter with each tale, as if I want to tell the master about it.
I talk to God, so I can see the world beneath me.
There is a world to go to, but I am that world.
There is a lie, but I am that truth.
As I speak, I remember all those thoughts talking to my senses.
Mengü...
Help me, I asked, comfort me with your light,
so people want to stand in my shadow,
so that I can help them,
so that I become the sun himself.