How curious, the dance of light and shadow within a single soul; for in the heart of darkness, beats the rhythm of a conscience, ever striving to illuminate the path of good.
I am an evil with a good conscience.
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Işık ve gölgenin tek bir ruhtaki dansı ne kadar tuhaf; Çünkü karanlığın kalbinde, vicdanın ritmini atan, daima iyiliğin yolunu aydınlatmaya çalışan, vicdanı rahat bir kötüyüm.
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
THE RAVEN - Edgar Allan Poe
ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“ ’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly
Untimely breakups
We live our separations according to custom.
In our pockets, the seal of Sultan Süleyman,
On our backs, the eyes of David.
Saying, "The below is the same as the above,"
We sacrifice all our loves
To a single message.
When Jesus was crucified,
He cried out in the darkness
The cry of the surrender of love.
His disciples,
On the day of the
Abandonment
In the shadows, where echoes fade,
Lies a heart, by love betrayed.
Abandoned in the depths of night,
A soul that once burned pure and bright.
Silent footsteps, fading away,
Leaving behind a heart in disarray.
Promises broken, dreams unspoken,
In the darkness, love lies forsaken.
The stars above no longer gleam,
As if they too have lost their dream.
Abandonment's bitter, chilling cold,
Leaves a story of a love grown old.
But in the ruins, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of hope, a spark that sustains.
For in the darkness, we learn to see,
The strength within, the will to be free.
Abandonment may wound the soul,
Yet from its depths, we can find our goal.
To rise again, to love once more,
And in that love, our hearts restore.
Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door-
Only
When darkness surrounds you, remind yourself of the light in your heart. · ⋆
"Rüyadaymışız gibi yaşıyoruz,yalnız."
•Joseph Conrad, Heart of darkness