61. At least my Sunday night is a little reconciled. I know that there you spend time with your friends and family, not with other men who make the distance and skating between us more clearly visible. (The 1296th poem, 01 May 2017)
62. In the sky that I stare at, at the poetry I write, or in the song I hear, you are everywhere. Even on the late nights, I could easily find you. I can still loudly spell your beauty in the verses of my poetry. (The 1339th Poem, May 05 2017)
63. if I always make you priority, and always make you first, it is a sign that you are different. You are special among others. (The 1354th poem, 06 May 2017)
64. At least now I understand how beautiful it is to love you silently through the serene chanting of prayers and simple lines of poetry. (The 1363th Poem, 07 May 2020)
65. How shall I be prepared to lose you, if your name alone covers every sheet of my poetry? (08 May 2017)
66. Your name echoes back in the longing image space. Chanting slowly like the rhythm of a serene music melody. And me, of course I enjoy it. (The 1369th Poem, 08 May 2017)
67. And in front of this hotel window, I fell silent again looking at the silent sky. While looking for peace with us who are far apart, maybe you are looking at the same sky this morning. Then my heart again guessed, will the distance that has separated us forever be on our side, or will it saturate itself? (The 1357th poem, 07 May 2020)
68. Later, when we separate, it won't be me who you will miss. It's the way I love you, just the simple ways I use every day to carve a smile on your face. The ways that when you are with me, I will be able to make you forget all the troubles and burdens of heartbreak. (The 1383th Poem, 09 May 2017)
69. Love has turned me into someone else. (The 1384th Poem, 09 May 2017)
70. Like poison. You penetrate into the cavity of the soul, then flow with all the blood cells. And finally, I am unable to remove you from my every second. (The 1386th Poem, 09 May 2017)