Umut

At the end of all good books
At the end of all days and nights
The breeze blowing from you
With a heart in you
There is a new beginning

If you touch the apple with your finger, you understand its color
If you see it with your eyes
You hear the sound of the apple
If you taste it, it stays with you
There is a new meaning at every beginning

Even a child's cry without reason
Is the beginning of a much later smile