Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Picking loquats ...



We walked through the grove of orange trees - 

Dark greenery cast fragrant shadows - 

In the well house, the circle of water mirrored our faces - 

We took the loquats back to the gracious house - 

I walked barefoot on the warm marble of the terrace - 

Each moment was another pearl of memory - 


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Saturday 19 May 2018

Karabortlen 


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