Öykü

Story, story... Story.
Once upon a time. Time, and time again.
It’s always ticking, so the story repeats itself in a mumble of different words, hues, and lingoes.

Everyone wants to hear a good story as life’s events pass by.
We want to forget a sad lie, false hope and harsh reality as we gather around in a circle for storytime.

So, once upon a time, a girl was born. 
She was and still is the embodiment of beauty and grace.
She has come as a story,
A once in a lifetime chronicle of bittersweet teasers.
it's one the world has never heard of, one the world has never read.

A quiet soul she is, but also a complex tale that's been told for centuries and will be, for more centuries to come.

When everyone else sees a stone, she sees a building block, as she constructs a refugee and a strong tower.

When you see a tree, she sees a tale that's to be told she makes fine sheets to write neverending tales of a fair and adventurous life.

Trust me, there are Peebles along the way, but she skips over them as floats away, riding the wind and basking in the spotlight of the sun.

She doesn’t have to be in the right to rewrite her tale,
She needs no permission because the pen lies in her hands.
She doesn’t have to be a poet to create rhythm, for she bends the words her way.

Dear Öykü, your arrival has been awaited for centuries, welcome to the world if it's not too late to say...

Aurora’s Note

Dedicated to my dear friend Öykü. A story waiting to be told.