One night at Ayancık Nights,
On a summer night
On the street stretching to the sea
There's something going on.
At Ayancık Pier:
Milking and soldering pebble beach,
From the dark sea in front of me
There's something unnamed looking for his name.
My house is beyond two gardens:
From the summer cinema,
Monday, December 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: remember