Stories of unfinished moments, lives slipping away in silence, and words left mid-sentence.

Snow had fallen, I was freezing; the snow was freezing too.

As it fell, it laid white strands across my hair.

On the way from this vale of trials to the grave,

every season was turning into winter now.


Turkish original: “Kış” on aliosmanakcaoglu.com.

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