Istanbul, paved with amazing tiles of history.

Centuries of beauty and battles,

religion driving love and death,

power and passion.


The blue mosque presides over old town,

majestic as a mountain,

moody in the changing light.

We return to gaze, morning, noon and night.


Skipping on the surface tension of time,

how young we are

in Istanbul



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