The Girl From Istanbul - Poem by Ebi Robert
She's from Istanbul.
She a goddess of a god.
She holds her little god
when the rain runs.
From the cloud and fall.
I can feel her sing songs
for that little boy.
Songs about snows falling on snows,
about a rose standing in a mirror,
about pillows sipping sorrows,
thunder and thundery cloud knows.
She's the girl of Istanbul.
Let her sing and I will follow.
Or I would learn and join her tomorrow.
Let her tell us what the rain knows.
So we would know where it goes.
Whether it falls like the snow
or sings like a dove.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I call her a godess, because we as humans are known as smaller gods. And since she is a female i called her a godess. 'of a god. The god here is her father. That is' she is born of a man. Not really a spiritual godess as people may seem. Her little one in line 3 is her brother she was sleeping with when the rain was falling.
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