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Explosions are normalised.
I hear -
(War) Crime is the new fashion these days.
Noise, fire and casualties,
Casual outfits too thin to protect our sensitive skins.
Out and about
In the historic area,
Here to explore (history)
So I don’t repeat it. The mistakes.
Shame that it’s just gone and been repeated, ey?
‘’What a shame’’ that the chards penetrate my skin
The blood flow almost feels comforting, warm
Against the cold, damp pavement.
Here I lay complacent,
Ready for what comes next.
I knew the Sirens were calling…
This - what I least expected from the gentle smells of Turkish coffee luring me in,
Feet magically leading me across the street swiftly,
Looking to the sky whilst taking in the sight sounds of this magical city.
I crossed too soon.
Time crossed me.
The river runs thick around the cobbled Stones of Sultanahmet.
THIS city: a metropolis, cosmopolitan, a melting pot!
THE bridge between continents.
Istanbul the city of many names and too many dreams...
What have you presented to us this time ?
Time has stained your roads and walls.
Centuries of sorrowful smiles
Dipped in honey, soaked in hope.
Will we ever wash manage to wash this off?
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