For M

I painted the canvas
palettes, brushes, paints, colors, what else do you want?

Eyes which were never other than red
What kind of nights you’ve been through?
Noon, pen and the hour hand

you fold them fast!

O. .. blackened forehead of thousands of nights
I smell the dew you face often
and to bridge between the time and hopes
I clearly heard a testimony
how you went to Him through the nights
You kiss the plains
“thundery breath when he kissed me”

I painted the canvas
and drew my face in the mirror
I found the colors which paint your face
“Do not draw him yet

look at his face first”

Eyes which were never other than red
he flooded the plains with his tears
and among the sobs
I saw your footsteps lead to heaven.

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