Sunlight laced through mottled trees
Flickers bright on the grass beneath
The ancient city recedes beyond the edges
Of the tangled noise of busy streets
We sit, you and I, like time wasn’t finite
Aching legs and swollen feet
Sun stroked shoulders
Blooming pink and hot
Find rest under dappled shade
Far away from what we know
Walking through centuries
Of wealth and faith stone etched
We rest under this different sky
As a nearby mosque sings a call to prayer
About the Creator
AggieSoon
I love how words can touch the hardest heart and challenge a closed mind. They are prayers and enchantment. Lament and pain. A way to give form to the immaterial and capture memories before they fade.
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