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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Moscow The winter sun, the sense of the cold season! Heavy snowfall was closing the window of my car. Tire sounds echo in the tracks of the road. Confidence sound effect. The noses of the traffic cops on the highway were in shades of pink. The view from the hotel's window was the thrall rise of another hotel. Because the woman who looked at me with black tears that I saw in my dream at night lived with cruel ends.. Her father! He was the older brother of the Gorilla during the difficult season. The intense sound of cutlery in the breakfast at the cafe made me happy. The prostitutes I met were unpleasant. Oxygen was suffocating Moscow with the muffled smell of exhaust. We went to the restaurant with the prostitute. Russian national brothers showed the tiredness of the evening with the fight. The cathedral was so hot, it was the sound of the children in the divinity choir that warmed the inside. Christmas asked me to come. My hotel room was very hot. I dreamed of sipping by drinking cold water. I opened my door with the joy of the voices at my door. Hotel's housekeeper! It was the smell of boiling water in my stomach from my dry throat. Moscow.. I couldn't forget the fascinating taste of the dishes! Now distant images of war.. Moscow.. Political news showcases missiles flying to their brutal ends! Moscow.. I didn't forget the traffic police's brother rhetoric. Pink noses waiting under heavy snowfall. Moscow.. Your brothers were injured and died. Moscow.. I walked up the hill in the shadow of the Kremlin palace. The excitement of Christmas followed the breathing trails of happy people around. Moscow.. Your brothers are crying. Moscow.. New sounds and new cries are echoed by warplanes. Don't forget the woman whose nationality we touched in her nearby lands! Moscow.. Let her grace soften your anger. Moscow.. Johannes Çiçek
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