Biricik

UNIQUE

I was the painted bird, pointed out

I was the only one in the neighborhood

The only on in the family

I planted so many hopes

I dreamed so much

I flew so high

Freedom, loaded fully in bird`s wings,

As if stopping is not considered as freedom when you don't want to fly, you should always work, produce.

Whatever is the reason to shine, you must keep shining.

Where is the other side of the medal?

I was the painted bird, pointed out.. This is the reason I struggle when I want to stop, the reason to feel suffocated..

I put all the weights of "musts" to the bird`s wing, now I recognize the "unique" in me.

I painted myself with blue..inside out.. Free, calm. serene..I blow away the wights from my wings.. time taught me the meaning of fallow.. I blew away. I breathed.. I know I'm unique, I recreated my meanings freely.. They are all unique..

Remember if you forget.. oh my dear, you are unique!