This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Are these streets as wet as my eyes?
If not, why are these rains falling?
Are they wetting the people walking the streets?
Or are they wetting a white-collar rushing home in haste?
If people were to stop and listen,
They would hear these rains falling to cleanse our insides,
They will see, I know, one day they will feel,
And on the day they feel it,
These streets will not be as wet as their eyes.
Peri, Ebrar Sıla. "Islak Caddeler." Unpublished manuscript poem. Date Written: April 17, 2026.
