April in CappadociaA Poem by Burak Batuhan KarakusCappadocia wakes up in the arms of April, The spell continues as dawn whispers softly. Balloons swell, filling the sky with color, Like a sprinkle of rainbow raindrops. Stone-clad towers, ancient and wise, You stand guard against the deep blue sky. Under the sky dome, The rose-laden valley is a fragrant poem. Pink and white leaves, delicate and beautiful, Bloom like whispers, frozen in time. As daylight reveals his golden reign, The warmth caresses the skin, takes away all the pain. The days open, in the tender kiss of the sun, Covering the earth with the pure bliss of nature. And when twilight falls, a deep symphony, And dreams come alive under a blanket covered with stars. © 2023 Burak Batuhan KarakusReviews
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StatsAuthorBurak Batuhan KarakusLondon, United KingdomAboutMy words are seeds scattered in fertile minds I paint portraits of the unseen with syllables Hang them in galleries of empathy for all to witness. more..Writing
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