Their worn clothes were dusted with gold ...

In the tea gardens, I'd see the old men read their technicolor newspapers - 

They'd sit under a mulberry tree, sipping chai from a teardrop glass - 

Their lives would be written in their strong hands - 

They'd walked like gentle prophets through the village world - 

Their worn clothes were dusted with gold - 

May 2016

Karabortlen

Turkey