Remembering Thethe Turkish Bazaar Poem by RIC BASTASA

Remembering Thethe Turkish Bazaar



spending time alone
in my room apart from
the daily routine, and
here i am in his relaxed
mood, still wondering
what turkish glass lamps
are, how strong are
they, how bright they
change the colors of the
lights,

i've seen the trader
step upon it without
being broken.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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