Broken stairs

I went up until you for broken stairs,

but all the doors were closed for the love,
the time and the life…
Matruska seemed one,
you were hidden inside of same you…
But I am a person that he learns while loses,
That when makes mistake tries of new,
that he remembers while forgets,
that when goes for far at the same time he is more close…
I am a traveller who not yet knows its secrets
and I move myself continuously,

in the chaos that exists inside of me…

Of the book “the Love already Finished” of Erol Anar
drawing by g.d. eksioglu

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