essygie's notebook
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
from baku at night, by nazim hikmet
"High above on a hill,
grains of light hit my face by the handfuls,
and the music in the air flows like the Bosphorus."
from
Baku at Night, by Nazim Hikmet
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