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Arbitrary Feelings
August has never been friendly
Nor has July
Yet Istanbul is lovely
Despite the H2o
Filling it's atmosphere
September retrieves bad memories
that create confusion
While October brings soothing breeze
At which the old city watches the voyagers
wise and witty
and even in the chill of November
Istanbul feels warm
I.e., I absorb a cocktail of temperatures
and when December rises
(the month of all the months)
she showers me with
Refreshing mornings
to wake up and sip a shot of the forbidden
Try to evaluate
The history
But fall and stumble in my current reality
Feeling weak and helpless
And turn with the turning mind
Around the focal point: to get away of everything!
