I can taste your people through the tingly sensation of your spices.
I can feel your mountains in my fingers dwelling in the sugar.
Like rice your population is many swelling on the Sultan streets.
Shouts of 'Merhaba! ', 'Guzel! ', 'tatli! ' are hot spikes of pepper
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wow! I enjoyed this, you are really talented miss. vivid imagery with a hint of inuendo