It isn't where the
Sunshine hides, no
-That just reflects off the waves
Across the Bosphorus shores'
Nor is it where I roam;
But it is where I call home
-Unsurprisingly where my gran
Lovingly looked after me.
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 04.03.2013
-it's a city I lived in my childhood, I hope it still counts, if not, no worries it was lovely to think of my gran again with warm happy thoughts. Thank you Lee. :)
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#Worldsapart #FridayFun Artist, Writer, Poet -above all a humanbeing trying to find a way in this world by keeping to morals values and ethics as a guide to do good. YA writer & author of a selection of short stories, flash fictions, poems & blog articles. I'm here to share my work & cascading thoughts, be it through blogs or comments on posts you share. I blog at http://www.yikici.co.uk/recent-news I'm contactable through: Twitter: ozlemyikici kik: doodllz my imagery can be sighted here: Instagram: yikici and on my blog http://www.yikici.co.uk wattpad: yikici
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