Dry Vase

by Âlâ Tevfik

Burnt wooden antique table,

In the middle of an abandoned corridor,

Lonely ghosts,

Dusty sheets,

Empty sorrows,

Dead roses,

Broken watches,

Scattered pearls.

A dry vase, standing still next to a dying candle.

Ashes printed on its walls,

Echos dancing in it hallways, singing “this is the end”

— Lala Tevfik

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