One morning on the 13th May 09
I was flying on a steel bird
And I watched you through
With my yearning child eyes
And on top of the sky
I heard a child sing
On the shores of Famagusta
My long lost lonely friend
My bosom cried
When I saw the Sun
Precious as you are
When passed on top of the
Ghost city
The mountains deeply sighed
I were taught to love
My friends and neighbours
It was noon
My childhood friends they were all gone
The school bell don’t ring anymore
Then I remembered how
We used to walk hand-in-hand
To school from outskirts of Famagusta
In to the old city
Then I stared to the walls with my child eyes
Once upon a time we were all there
Running, jumping and singing
In the avenues of our home
I searched for the footprints of mine and
Yours
Our laughter still echoes
And
Treasured in the cracks of the old city walls

Gunsel Djemal 18/6/2009 – Bromley Road- London