Short Poem - Bird looking at the sky

Bird looking at the sky

The bird sits on a branch in the soft morning light, Black body, blue glint in its eyes, As if the sun is hidden in the night, Who knows that love means a miraculous drop.

It looks at the sky silently, Maybe it is waiting for someone, It does not spread its wings, it only breathes slowly, As if it finds the touch of its beloved in the air.

Sometimes light comes down between the leaves, The language of love burns on its body. It seems that it will say something right now But love is a silent nest.

The wind touches the branches, It trembles its soft feathers. As if a song sways within its heart, Without showing it to anyone, it is its own company.

Words are gathered in its chest, It cannot speak, it only looks high. Love means the mantra of silence, What the eyes say, not in words.

Once upon a time, they flew together, Maybe, today one side of the wings is empty. Love means not just a fair Sometimes it does not end even after breaking it.

Look, he looks at the sky, As if looking for a familiar shadow. Love does not mean just seeing, It is a feeling where no one gets lost.

The leaves of the forest move, yet he is silent, Maybe he is hearing an invisible call. Love is mixed in his eyes, As if a star twinkles in the silent night.

When you see him, it seems like a person, Who has lost, but still loves, In whose heart an old name still rings, A sweetness floats.

That is why he looks up at the sky every day, As if to say I am here. Love never ends No matter how far away it goes, the mind keeps the flame.