Empty Blanks
By Tunaruz
In my melancholy room I was
Bringing my black memories through a rewind
I was standing at the bank of let go
I suddenly turned my tanned face towards the window
The wind started to blow
And my hidden feelings began to bloom
It was the perfect time to revive my hungry words
But then I decided to close my heavy eyes
It was the perfect time to sink into oblivion
It was the perfect time to slide away
It was the perfect time to let go
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Tunaruz is a Moroccan poet based in Turkey. She earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Cultural Studies from Mohammed V University, Rabat, Morocco. She works as an English and Social Studies teacher in Istanbul and doing her Master’s Degree in English Language Teaching at Sabahattin Zaim University. She is a big fan of poetry, Literature, and different forms of art. Composing poems is the only outlet for her to express her feelings and cope with life’s ups and downs. She devotes her spare time to write, perform, and enjoy poetry at different events and slams. Lately, she has joined The Bosphorus Review Of Books to help out with editing and proofreading literary pieces, especially poetry.