home on the range
Home of the strange
Hope will remain
A thing you hold in vain
This is the place
Where people get all baked
So beware of your own dismay
Because you just may
Have the time of your life today
It’ll make you say I might just move out this way
But I’m here to say
That this place is no walk in the park in the month of May
The locals will rob you and take
Everything that you care for or hold dearly
Tourists are welcome but don’t try to get in the residents way
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David Sandoval
I’m always in love and forever broken-hearted. I love writing poetry it sets me free
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Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 4 days ago in Wander
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