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CAGLA
SOKULLU
νεφÎλη (Nepheli / Cloud)
along the rivers feeding the heart of antiquity
between Syntagma‘s cobbles, newborn buds
sprout wings, lime green and reaching for Heavens
their magnolia lips, ethereal, spice-perfumed like me
in the whispered corners of Plaka
where even the all-seeing glow of Helios is criminal
and powerless against the music of the original sin,
my fingerprints decorate the tearful walls
the mischievous winds carry my name
racing the Nereids along the shores of Piraeus
howling across Poseidonic waters
branding every feverish droplet with my breath
and in the very stones that once shaped the might of Akropolis
in the immortal veins of Gods
in the breath of Olympus that blessed life to Earth
is me, flowing, free, and complete, at home.
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