My words are as splendid and gleaming
as Cappadocia in Turkey, which imperturbate
and chills down every soul with its winsomeness.
My words are so consolatory as the rushing
water in the Waterfalls in Antalya.
The beauteous natural history mesmerizes
each recesses of heart deeply.
My words are much the same like
bulbous flowers of Turkey,
which is a gratuity to many souls
sparring match in the dark.
My words are like Raki, whose
taste and touch you will at no time
give the brush to, once you inhale it with purity.
My words are like the pigeons
in the Pigeons Valley, might sound
absurd but puffed up with care and tenderness.
My words are similar to the piping ups
of Turkish coffee, weaker they make the scene
but have fathomage in each sip you hear.
My words are similar to the Blue Lagoon
in Oludeniz, having a feature left untouched
by you, that is striking and swarming with life.
So pay a visit to my beauty of words,
and don't pronounce sentence by
having a look at the
outer space it has been
renamed with,
because,
my words are shadows in a world
with no light.
Ayesha Khalid
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