The Long Winter - Extr n.20

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from my hotel's window
I can see the holes between the buildings
the white trees with glass arms
those holes filled with my emptyness

I can breath the unexplored city,
boiling under my feet
the taste of the hard language
knocks on my mind from the tv up there

so winter seems to end
in this far district of Istanbul
among other rooms and some places to eat

I spotted some flowers
in the garden of the palace
the pink flowers of peach
as it once was, the landscape of Japan

cold has left the cities
I get my purple coat back
I walk along the crowd
and easily loose my way

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