Sweetness on our tongues -
Olive trees had shaded us -
We'd walked amongst the ruins of a noble city -
Seen birds dart from shattered column to column -
Touched the stone beds of Lycian kings -
Tlos
September 2024
The nowness of everything
Sweetness on our tongues -
Olive trees had shaded us -
We'd walked amongst the ruins of a noble city -
Seen birds dart from shattered column to column -
Touched the stone beds of Lycian kings -
Tlos
September 2024