Beauty I sigh and soften at this language, Turkish.
Beautiful. demure. Ethereal.
Realization´s imploring shine, taught through Turkish, that it´s an elegant windowless world of soft pressures and efficiency joys. The respectability of your intent, dear Türkiye, is indeed rapture. Türkiye, the country that comes from all life and for all life, awake before us in pure achievement of it´s lovely want! To be a country glistening, the crescent and the star suspending upward from the distant deep to reach the sun´s torch. Türkiye our warm-hearted beauty. Soft, are the beasts of light, and secret are your amorous tests. Türkiye with it´s exquisite breathing, lodos, and you smiling, with satisfaction of love. Thus, escaping you by nightfall your previous life. Be! A country such as you, Turkey. (Location: Istanbul, Turkey)
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