"The Bird and The Seasons..." - POEM + TRANSLATED VER.

((NOTE: This is a very but a very long poem. So be patient. A crazy person would write such things to be honest. It has 50 verses. Crazy ikr. I originally wrote the poem in Turkish and it took 2-3 weeks to write but i finished the poem today. And I quickly translated into English. The English translation have some differences compared to Turkish because I didn't like some parts how could be in English +  Idk what to say about the turkish one bc i literally changed some.. words there while translating...Enjoy!))

“The Bird and The Seasons” - The poem example and its translation + Continuation of the first poem: “A Bird’s tale”

Verse 1:

Feeling as a decade has passed

My beak, dried from thirst.

My voice doesn’t come out

I don’t know, where you are

My infinite Spring...

Verse 2:

I tear as I remember the past

Our sweetest days turned into a memory and passes

I fly from here to there

No one is like you

you are the one what I call life

Verse 3:

I look at that moonlight

If there’s no sun, it’s cold

You said that you’re a moon sometime

Actually the lie which you told

was for I wouldn’t get cold on you

Verse 4:

I’m flying again, flying...

I see someone, eyes watery

I resemble to that person

I chirp with a whisper

to that complex-minded person.

Verse 5:

Actually, she wasn’t a bad person.

She was a creature which had a burnt and pathetic soul

I nestled on her soft hair

I was with her

I’d say She can’t be your nail...

Verse 6:

My voice got a bit better

I become more like you

By singing, I brought everyone near to me

No matter how happy I’m with her...

I, missed you even more...

Verse 7:

As I continued on the song which you write,

I was in her palm, being protected by wind

I watched other people’s dancing

While that person was looking at me

With a hint of blush

Verse 8:

I was still flying to somewhere again

I saw the person who hold me

She greeted me, showing her hand...

I ask her name, it was a spring...

But it wasn’t the ‘First’ Spring...

Verse 9:

Her name was Fall.

There’s no difference, I said.

Name starts with ‘Last’ doesn’t mean the sad, last ‘ending’

I used to think of her.

Is this world an illusion?

Verse 10:

I was with Fall...

Your absence was getting stronger.

It wasn’t a problem, I’d be fine.

What is Spring if Fall was there?!

Her elegance isn't even your hand...

Verse 11:

I made a nest at Fall’s auburn hair

I try to talk with her

There’s a weirdness about her voice

Every quote she says

Explained a sadness

Verse 12:

Does Fall mean sadness,

I don’t know, it hurts

There’s a truth that

An Autumn’s past

Takes away to the brutal Summer

Verse 13:

Fall took care of me way better than you

Like I was with you

I was happy with her.

I sing with that slight broken voice

She says what a lovely voice

Verse 14:

I sometimes see you.

Of course we talk, it’s Oldies goodies.

Certainly, we have new memories...

Senide görürdüm arada.

Konuşuruz tabii. Eskilerdir

Yeni anılarımız elbette olur

Did you knew?

That this bird would still remember the past

Verse 15:

I was reborn again

You were the one who waited me to come

Howeveri I knew that I wouldn’t come to your side, I’d get away

To another etisian, another season

I wanted to taste the agony’s sweet from this illusion

Verse 16:

I see that the spring who is the last follows me

I was flying at that sky

Where are you going, my bird! She said

Shocked, When the ‘first’ spring doesn’t care about me that much

Why the last one matters to me...?

Verse 17:

I halted, I made nest on her hair.

I chirped to her, asking why she mattered about me?

I saw her blush

I’m in love you little, beautiful bird. She says

I remember the decades ago...

Verse 18:

There was an old story...

Those who come and go know that story,

It was a bird’s love for the ‘first’ spring

The thing he wanted in this world, was to be a human

His wish ended up of death at the winter’s frost.

Verse 19:

I didn’t know what to say

What could happen if I rejected,

I’m scared, I can’t make her sad.

The things happened at past comes to my mind

Will I die again?

Verse 20:

I tweeted,

A human and bird falling in love is impossible,

She took me to her hands, rejecting it.

Ah, I was like you once, Spring which is the ‘last’

Like the spring that was the ‘first’, I had feelings for you

Verse 21:

I don’t believe! It’s possible!

I’ll break the accustomed things! You said

My little heart was charmed by those words.

She’s like me...! I found it

the eternal love which I’ve searched it.

Verse 22:

I was with her, I saw it.

A symbol of future.

I chirp to you

She takes me into her hands, I don’t mind anything

Till a time...

Verse 23:

I fly to the beautiful but beautiful Autmn

I would be happy, Of course I’m in love with her crazily.

But the Spring who is last, was vomiting blood infront of my eyes,

I panic, Hoo’ ! Hoo’ !

Don’t die my lover, I can’t make our love’s ‘first’ spring into ‘last’

Verse 24:

I see a difference in her, I get scared

Her voice got thinner, as if she’s in the deathbed.

I’ll die... Dear birdie. She says

Tweet! Tweet! No, You can’t die, Fall!

Like in my first love ‘spring’ , I can’t lose this last love ‘spring’.

Verse 25:

I worry for you.

You were different from the Autumn which I knew,

Not an energetic ‘last’ spring but a ‘last’ spring who’s a wounded lion.

It is before my eyes.

May everything I do for you be beneficial, part of my life...

Verse 26:

I go to  my sick love with happinesss.

Seperation never happens, does it?

Her leaving this, brutal and heartless world...

won’t let it go by my little bird soul.

I want to make a life with her, wanting an ultimate ending here.

Verse 27:

These days are numbered.

The ‘last’ spring is even more angry.

You brainless creature!! You won’t give a damn bout me

Am I not enough as a bird?

I do care about you, Why you want to hurt me?

Verse 28:

You are in my blood , Autumn.

Our love isn’t real? Tweet Tweet...

I’ll do my best for you.

Every pain that I take, let it be a glory

I’m your servant...Chained by your hands

Verse 29:

Don’t hit the trees, dear Fall.

I’m pathetic, little birdie.

I’m tired of vomitin’ blood... God doesn’t like me

Just like that goddamn, liar ‘Spring’ you say to me.

That Spring....Was the ‘Spring’ you told me?

Verse 30:

No, my Autumn

Of course god loves you so much.

Life cannot be without seasons, and there cannot be seasons without life.

You are his dear beloved, he can’t give up on you.

Please listen, once listen your lover...Please!

Verse 31:

No! You dirtbag bird!

He...He hates me...!

You...You don’t hate me.

I can’t hate you finite Spring.

I promised a vow, please remember...

Verse 32:

Tweep Tweep! Autumn...

No matter what our relationship is

I’ll always be on your side,

Friend, lover, ex-lover

Stranger, as Bird-Human...

Verse 33:

You were getting worse

Making you happy gets harder...

Don’t push, my love bird. you say

I can’t be unhappy...I’m sorry

Positivity is in my blood!

Verse 34:

I keep spreading happiness to you

No matter how many depressions that I do enter.

Your laugh, even though you’re a wounded lion

Still a melody to my ears, Dear ‘Last’ Spring.

I can’t tell some things to you...

Verse 35:

My feathers starts to fall out

Like you, I start to feel sick.

It was alright, especially as long as I was with you

Your maturity is glorious in these fallen leaves

Your personality is caustic and sad

Verse 36:

I’m in a mental wreckdown.

As the feathers won’t stay at my wings

Your rage makes me worse.

What did I do to you, Fall?

I wish you had a difference from the Spring which I know...

Verse 37:

My lovely Autumn, what are you doing?!

What are you saying to me...!?

Why don’t you go, you brainless animal-!

I can’t see you drowning at my seas. Go away from

Even if I want to go,, I can’t go and will ever not go.

Verse 38:

I’m starting to lose myself.

My Passive-Agressive Autumn

I feel like a caged Philomel

In your hands.

I throw myself into a unfathomable trench

Verse 39:

I can’t stand it anymore.

Do you hate me, Fall?

The old, Bird and last ‘Spring’ relationship

was all about lies...?

You couldn't be one of those heartless ‘springs’ , can you?

Verse 40:

I escape from you.

You’d cry, I’m away

But I should think of myself.

I’m sorry, deepest apologies to you

to that agonized, soft heart of yours.

Verse 41:

I’m flying...Flying!

The impact of freezening cold

gets stronger each other

I feel weak.

I see someone, covered in whites.

Verse 42:

It was him.

The lord of Cold and glaciers, Winter.

Don’t mercy on me, majesty.

I’m an awful bird.

I’m ready to die. For a scream...

Verse 43:

Break my beak, Winter. Our majesty.

Pull all the feathers that are left at wings.

Cut my legs

That the real pain

Actually is in the breezing cold.

Verse 44:

For making my wish

I thank you, Winter.

The outcome of the pain which you gave

Reminds me of her.

The moment where I was close to death.

Verse 45:

I remember the sayings which I told her.

You found me at that side of branch,

I was shivering of cold, wings that are in scars

She took me to her hands, gently

to healing, to a bird that can fly

Verse 46:

I was hurt.

I wanted this knowingly, of course...

I broke my beak and one of my wings forever

I saw you, talking to the others...

The initial ‘Spring’...Don’t you recognize me?

Verse 47:

Even though we talk...It’s not the same as the old one

Everything at past was more beautiful

Am I having nostalgia

You want to heal my broken parts of my body

However, I don’t let it...

Verse 48:

Why?! The last spring and winter hurted you

You say, yelling at me

But the pain they gave to me

Will never match the pain that you gave...

Beloved. Lovely yet Mighty Lord, please kill me...

Verse 49:

Dear Lord heard the voice of mine

But instead of dying, he gave something else…

Wish...You could killed me... But

The thing he gave, was my old wish

To be a human...

Verse 50:

The Paramount God gives the name, “Summer”

A bird like me used to be “Summer ” at the past.

He gave two cats to my hands. White and a black cat.

One represent Good, Other representing the Bad Luck. Mixing it in a karma.

I was the summer who wrote the scriptural