Like a kiss we’d not been waiting for

Crescendo  by Tuğrul Tanyol music pouring through the open window tumbles onto the bare stones of the patio changes the colors of the stones to black and white a child playing on the stones chooses where to cast his footsteps the ground wobbles sometimes he jumps across a space as if leaping between joys theContinue reading “Like a kiss we’d not been waiting for”