to Oğuz and Buse

No matter the edge of the world we stand at
The waves will hit the rocks, just the same

No matter the sounds around us people make
The mountains will touch the sky, just the same

No matter the color of our pure fragmented skin
Red blood runs in our veins, just the same

No matter what god dwells on our mind
The sand will fall between our fingers, just the same

No matter what identities forbid our co-existence
The trees will grow up high, just the same

Regardless how different we think we are
To the world, it does not matter, we are just, the same.

Urkmez, Izmir
29.10.2018