Written by J Walters on 8 Dec 2021
Constantinople
Poetry Article
I am made of raw edgesin this city ofbedlam, and chaos,havoc and wonder,a place of incomparable powerthat once was Byzantium,then Constantinople,now Istanbul, a cityI have dreamed so many times. I am here to see a dervish,whirling in the ecstatic trancethat leads to Allah,and to sip rich, ochre coloredtea from apples. To skitterthrough bazaarsso full of
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