The Forgotten Oath Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Upon the winds, where echoes softly call, A name is lost beneath the silver sky. The stars once burned, now whisper as they fall, Yet in the dust, the dream still dares to fly.

A vow once made, now buried in the sand, Yet time itself cannot erase its weight. For love and fate walk hand in hand, And secrets wait beyond the guarded gate.

No chain may hold what memory ignites, No dark may steal the fire in the soul. For though the dawn may bend to endless nights, The heart will rise—still fierce, still whole.