Poetry

Don't think that my worry is about the sun
What's the use if spring has come?
The almond trees have blossomed?
Isn't death the end?
Well, if it is? will I be afraid ?
of the death that will come with the sun?
I, who grow a year younger every April
And am a little more in love every spring
Is it possible that I should be afraid?
Ah, my friend! My worry is something else!

Poet: [Orhan Veli / Turkey, 1914-1950]

A nurse who is interested in poetry and literature and works in the field of yoga and meditation 🤍 🧘🏻‍♂️☕️📚

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