In the cold early spring weather,
The adhan vibrated melodiously,
Between the majestic pinkish Aya Sophia and the Blue Mosque,
Wherein the beautiful names of Allah is whispered,
Spirituality continuously living…
Istanbul, capital of the worlds…
Where history is living anew.
I am so jealous, i want to be there too! hahahahaha..... have a great vacation and what a lovely poem you shared you know the light of a bulb is not staying in the glass it shine outside too for brightness is not for keep but to celebrate so in our life...our smile, joy, and faith to share and love is all for you when you give all them away never less but it duplicate more and more you are a living spiritual wisdom! _Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You put it in words very well my friend. We are bathing in spirituality Superb 10