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Слушать(AI)The Walnut Tree
my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred Neither you are aware of this, nor the police I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in water My leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk handkerchief pick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your eyes My leaves are my hands,
I have one hundred thousand I touch you with one hundred thousand hands,
I touch Istanbul My leaves are my eyes,
I look in amazement I watch you with one hundred thousand eyes,
I watch Istanbul Like one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat my leaves I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park neither you are aware of this, nor the police
Nazim Hikmet
Nâzım Hikmet Ran (15 January 1902 – 3 June 1963),[3][4] commonly known as Nâzım Hikmet (Turkish: [naːˈzɯm hicˈmet] (About this soundlisten)), wa
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