About Echoes During 2019-2020 I wrote over 300 short poems in a state of both great euphoria and agony, like giving birth to a baby. It's just like an everlasting rainy day and I danced in the wind and rain of poetic melodies, and wrote down something unexpected.

These words are wild flowers blossoming at the end of summer and the pearls of grey traumas. I engraved the bloody fragrance of tabooed love on the pillar of marble stone and witnessed it wither and revive in the torrent of time.

There are also endless metaphysical inquiries in my mind and I'm always on the road towards the light of truth which we can only approximately approach. We human beings live and think on the net fabricated by language where we can explore the meanings, values and space of understanding so that we might echo with each other in a subtle and soulful way.

Echoes could be ripples on the surface of the blue lake and sound waves flowing from the shell of the ocean. Our heartbeats synchronize and our minds get merged into the one at certain moment of life when words build the bridge, and we breathe with the same rhythm.

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