Kõprü - Bridge like Me

                                        

I m a bridge 

Between Turk and Greek,

between Turk and French,

between Turk and Luxembourgish,

between Turk and Kurdish.

I stand where worlds touch.

I carry voices, memories, wounds, and hopes

from one side to another.

They walk across me

to reach each other.

They speak because I listen.

They understand because I remain standing.

But no one remembers the bridge.

They remember the destination,

the flag,

the language,

the victory.

Not the passage.

Not the silent strength beneath their feet.

Still, I remain.