I loved the possibility of you loving me one day,
With you at a breakfast cafe in Agri
With you at a small diner on the road
Its place known by the people
Because they had to
With you on top of a dusty mud roof of any one of the homes of DoguBeyazit
Which gazes the Mount Ararat in a consistency of a mystical dark tea
I loved the possibility of being with you
In a human hand’s sweaty geography
I loved the possibility of you loving me!
YILMAZ ERDOĞAN
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