"The sun spills gold over the Deep Turquoise Bosporus, Morning prayers rise like smoke from the ancient hills. Between minarets and whispers, The city breathes.... Alive with time." Hey! Thanks for listening to my AI generated music! The concept and song writing is mostly by me - with some AI assistance. 🙌 If you are interested in any shape or form in this song or any of my songs - even just to say "Hi!" please leave me a comment on NightCafe: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/vRtaL1iZPyi0HEKzTs7o?ru=Lazyturtle Disclaimer: @docvibez owns all rights to this song and all content on this account. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
