Let me dwell in the Istanbul of your heart,
For many trees had grown taller-tallest there,
Which were sown by Emperor Constantine,
And later got cut equally by Sultan Mehmed of the Ottomans.
How do you paint the portrait of my love for you?
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"How all people are tiny,"
The footbridge said.
Nobody was seen,
neither my father,
nor my mom,
not even the longest night of the year,
whose length is the tallest---Yalda night.
"All aged as a dot,"
plane's window said.
My eyes ache
to watch all these tiny black points,
I said,
and stupid ophthalmologists
still prescribe me glass
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Never underestimate your enemy, pushing a vulture from the tallest building in the world is not going to bear any fruits.
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