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THE BOSPHORUS POEMS


HOW DARK IS THE NIGHT ,HOW FAR ARE THE STARS ,SO EMPTY IS THE WIDE DESERT OF THIS TINY ROOMWHEN YOUR VOICE IS NOT PRESENTTO PLACATE THE DEMONS TORMENTIGMY MIND . BUT JUST THE THOUGHT OF YOUR DANCING HAIRTILTING AND SWINGING AS YOU WALK PAST MEIT'S ENOUGH TO SOOTHEY MY HOPELESS SOULOF A MARINER STRANDED AT SEA . MAX MAZZOLI  
 
BY SJONNI