The Ghost Town

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about the Turkish occupied ghost city of Famagusta in Cyprus,which is my father's hometown and I will probably never visit.

Submitted: November 01, 2011

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The Ghost Town

Like ghosts and shadows

my memories are wandering in the city's paths

My soul is walking down the empty street

with a meaningless key on hand

The barbed wires are hiding a treasure

and a heart that is still beating

The white pigeon of hope

is holding in its beak

the cry of a mother,

it travels to great powers asking for help

and it comes back to his dame with bad news.

The town is empty and repulsive

Like a black and white picture

that is trying to suck colour without a result

The disired freedom is knocking the door

but no one responds.

The city's full of shadows of the past

and memories from the old good days,

the sea's black,

 the sky's cloudy

and the conqueror's flag rules.

But the flame will not extinguish,

our soules will not forget

and freedom will reach

Famagusta's heart.


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