YaseminB

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My stories

Istanbul

Istanbul not Constantinople Who would have thought, this song would become a prophesy For today, Istanbul is for strictly for Muslims Albeit the...
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YUMAK AND ARISHA

She purrs I am a cat No make that mother of cats The supreme being The honourable Queen Her name is yumak The fist of soft yarn In Turkish Yumak is...

Lady Macbeth’s Macbeth

Lady Macbeth’s Macbeth The asphalt glows. Bituminous no more. The tar is made of gold. This is what they told me When I arrived on these shores! I am...

WOODLANDS

WOODLANDS The shadows of English oaks Are tracing the wind. We enter the woodlands Another world: Away from the traffic and bustling roads An ancient...

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