Leaving the ships to be scraped we trudged on, and reached a valley; each of us rolled a cigarette with fingers gnarled or missing. A smoke killed time as we crouched and leant against the rocks. The… more →
Poets of Turkey and Azerbaijanwrote 1 year ago: Leaving the ships to be scraped we trudged on, and reached a valley; each of us rolled a cigarette w … more →