HAYAT II

You walked all the roads, passed the crossings... You bravely played the rules you set, danced with life; You gave yourself to the flow... Now you know there is no second life, neither your spring. But you took the time like a butterfly, lived like a butterfly, you lived it to the full extent. For this, the curves that are drawn on your face are like the taste of your white baklava. The tenderness of the cotton hair you combed beautifully is in the deep blue... that we remember the wisdom, what you conveyed to us. You neither miss the past, nor regret this day. You just would be missed in friend conversations. You lived well, you aged gracefully? Beautiful woman. Raise your glass to today! Cheers!