the scent of jasmine
hangs in the air
the cup of tea
grows cold on the desk
a lone dog
howls in the dark
the clock on the wall
ticks away the night
and my mind
turns toward the east
five long hours away
where the morning sun
shines high in the sky
and this planet earth
is graced by her smile
Through the view point of camera...
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Leonard Durso 
My thoughts are also turned towards the East. Hope to see you when I return to Istanbul. Lovely poem. 💕
Thanks, Martina. I can understand why.
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