We ride across the Bosporus Bridge

Were you visualising bridges in London

You gave me handful of green pebbles

I can recall my frozen hands

Then I drunk the light from your eyes

I am in London

I still sense you and crave

Sipping my drink on Thames

Looking up the sky

And trying to read inside the clouds

With the colour of your voice

Send me a poem sometime…





©Günsel Djemal 22.09.2011