The city of Asia
And touching down I was reading this by Thom Gunn
IN PRAISE OF CITIES
Only at dawn
You might escape, she sleeps then for an hour:
Watch where she hardly breaths, spread out and cool,
Her pavements desolate with the dry dim air.
Thom Gunn (1929 – 2004) Anglo-American poet
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