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Sky lines filled with minarets and domesThis city once the pride of Rome Many fought over this land to ruleAs one would fight over a precious jewel.Once concurred by empires of old Now it captures the hearts of all. Walls are high, surrounding it's ...

Sky lines filled with minarets and domes
This city once the pride of Rome
Many fought over this land to rule
As one would fight over a precious jewel.
Once concurred by empires of old
Now it captures the hearts of all.

Walls are high, surrounding it's shores
Guarding the city that once was the core
All walls of power fall as time has shown
It has opened up this city and united foes

Walking on stone steps left as marks
Each stone is reminiscent of many men's work
Walking over them without much thought
It remains firm even if others forgot.
Every building has a tale to tell
Tombs of Heroes mark where they fell.
You cannot see them but hear them if you ask
Had many souls bled over this earth?

Glittering bazaars with sweet fragrances;
Sight and sound overwhelm the senses
breeze and the birds sing in chorus
Centuries of lovers walked by the Bosphorus
Their tales drifted away with its tides
Many more now walk by its side;
sweetening their pallets with colourful delights.

The fragrance of food to tingle the taste buds
Teas and sheesha to warm frosted hearts
Colossal sight of mosques, towering near and far
Calls to prayer sets this land apart
Reminder of a spiritual presence once dominant in the past.

The glorious days have long since gone
Spirit of the past still lives on
The sun still shines bright as it had once shone
Upon this land where I wish to belong.

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