Poolside Rock Shimmering in the Sun
Like a gift from the heavens Appearing from a fragment of the past
It heard me remembering Pammukkale
The hills of Calcium deposits mirroring a metaphorical cream puff
Melting in pools where Sufi dancers once whirled
To Rhythms of Mysticism
Where I tasted the licorice drink of Rocky
With disco balls turning on a timeless dancefloor
Where women dancers shimmered their coins with scarfs blowing in the soft Summer air
As if only a Mirage from an Oasis long ago
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