In the heart of the night, under the moon's soft gaze,
In dreams where the stars and our memories blaze.
Wandering through streets where our whispers once fell,
In the heart of the city, where our spirits still dwell.
The Bosphorus whispers tales old and new,
Under its waves, our stories imbue.
A longing deep, where east meets the west,
In Istanbul's arms, our souls find rest.
Through narrow alleys and bustling bazaars,
Our love, a hidden constellation of stars.
Each moment a treasure, in time's gentle flow,
In this city of contrasts, our affections grow.
The call of the seagulls, the scent of the sea,
Brings back the days, you were here with me.
Yet even in absence, your essence stays near,
In every sunset, your whispers I hear.
Our love, a tale, as timeless as the tide,
In the heart of Istanbul, we eternally reside.
A bond unbroken by distance or time,
In the melody of the city, our hearts chime.
About the Creator
byAti
Lives touched by stories, destinies drawn with words. Welcome to my world. My writings are like ships embarking on unexpected journeys. Destination: the unknown.
Simply put, I'm Ati. One of the dwellers of the real world.
Poemosaurus Rex Challenge Winners
Hard to conceive, now, how extraordinary it would have been to find the bones of those terrible lizards in the earth — in a time before humans had conceived of anything other than a Great Chain of Being, a static creation. Yet long after Darwin they still have a hold over us, these creatures which are the ancestors of sparrows and seagulls. All hail the dinosaur! They are at once real and mythic, objects of science and objects of wonder, exhibitions in museums and children’s toys. No wonder Vocal Creators responded with such a variety of work to our Poemosaurus prompt.
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Great work. Love this piece!
I really loved this poem! Wonderful work!