WHISPERS OF RECOGNITION
Does it happen,
When walking on the roads,
We see our reflection in a stranger's face.
An unheard call echoes somewhere in the depths of the heart,
Which we have never heard of,
But its voice seems familiar.
Sometimes, while lost in the crowd,
I get a look that has some recognition.
As if something lost for years has been found suddenly,
without any effort, without any hope.
Does it happen,
that even a stranger's face starts to feel like our own?
A forgotten smile in his smile,
A lost dream in his eyes,
Comes alive again,
And in that moment,
We forget ourselves,
Because someone else settles in our memories.
Perhaps somewhere,
In some faraway corner,
We have never seen him,
But still, we know him.
As if there is a relationship between births,
Which is not tied by time,
But by the depths of the heart.
And like an unspoken promise,
He is standing at some turn of our lives,
Just waiting for a meeting.
Does it happen that someone
becomes your own without even meeting you?
His voice, dissolved in the air,
never heard, yet familiar. His shadow,
which never walked with you,
is felt with you at every step.
Is this the same feeling that people call connection?
Or is it just an illusion that the heart creates to fill its loneliness?
Yet, sometimes,
When suddenly,
A face looks at us,
And our heart beats faster,
And we wonder,
Is this the one we were looking for?
Is this the one who was lost in our stories?
In the silence of the night,
When the stars peek out from the sky,
And there is a strange chill in the air,
It seems that somewhere, someone else is also standing alone like that.
Does he also think about us?
Does his eyes also have the same questions
As ours?
Does it happen that we are looking for someone and,
Do we find him without even finding him?
His presence is hidden deep within us.
And one day he suddenly appears before us
like a forgotten dream that comes true.
We don't know him,
But still, we know him,
Like a book,
Which we haven't read,
But we understand the meaning of every page.
In his words,
Our heart's feelings are hidden.
In his eyes,
Our stories are reflected.
Is this the same person,
What were we looking for?
Is it true that a single meeting can change your life?
Or is it just a fleeting experience that gives,
us a new meaning to life yet,
leaves us with unanswered questions?
Yet, like every day, we go on our way,
hoping that somewhere,
we will find that face again.
That question, which is still unresolved,
may find its answer in that sight someday.
And then, there will be no need to ask,
Does this happen?
Because at that moment,
we will know that yes,
it happens.
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