Arif Damar: Tulin’s face

We were Poor We Loved the World by Arif Damar So distantSo beautifulIt turned out eventuallyThat I never saw that faceLike it had never existed When I am desolateHeartbrokenThe serene beautyOn Tulin’s faceHow it resemblesThe one on the blurredBrokenMissing glassOf a homeless memory On a dismal winter eveningDelicatePaleDarkHow it resemblesThe one I keep looking atSecretlyWhenContinue reading “Arif Damar: Tulin’s face”