Oh Cairo of the sepia light,
empurple in the late of night,
the sparkling rays on marble stones,
the quickest steps and gleaming domes.
The narrow streets and alley-ways,
the different smells the different ways.
The hookah pipes, the mint tea trays ,
Oh Cairo and your faded ways.
The empyrean of mosaic mosques,
the many souks and little shops.
The hot and dusty lives we lived,
the little child with flower to give.
Street cafe where every day
we sat and watched,
in wondrous gaze.
Oh Cairo, I remember all those days.
The perfume shop, where we paid
to smell like Chloe, in a way!
The special time, with special friends,
we thought that it would never end.
Halcyon days spent with you,
enticing splendour of garnet hue.
Twinkling stars in darkest night,
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.
The dark robed men,
with beads and dice,
delicious honey with special spice,
the bright and silky lengths of cloth
tahina, lentils in a pot.
Can you recall this magic place ?
for I can see your handsome face.
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.
@ Copyright 2006
empurple in the late of night,
the sparkling rays on marble stones,
the quickest steps and gleaming domes.
The narrow streets and alley-ways,
the different smells the different ways.
The hookah pipes, the mint tea trays ,
Oh Cairo and your faded ways.
The empyrean of mosaic mosques,
the many souks and little shops.
The hot and dusty lives we lived,
the little child with flower to give.
Street cafe where every day
we sat and watched,
in wondrous gaze.
Oh Cairo, I remember all those days.
The perfume shop, where we paid
to smell like Chloe, in a way!
The special time, with special friends,
we thought that it would never end.
Halcyon days spent with you,
enticing splendour of garnet hue.
Twinkling stars in darkest night,
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.
The dark robed men,
with beads and dice,
delicious honey with special spice,
the bright and silky lengths of cloth
tahina, lentils in a pot.
Can you recall this magic place ?
for I can see your handsome face.
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.
@ Copyright 2006
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A beautiful poem about a beautiful city.
Thank you anonymous, Cairo is an amazing place and I'm glad you liked the poem.
We never went to Cairo, but just by reading your poem, i remember our holiday, close my eyes and I see Egypt again.
That is just what I want from my poems - for Hamada to see his beloved Egypt - and he does.
I read all your belogs and i love it, you wrote it with feelings and not with your pen, you wrote some of it with your sadness, i can feel some tear drops from your eyes are wetting the paper,but you are brave and strong and you keep writing, when i read about Alex and Cairo, that was not normal writing, that was picturing everything, even the fans of the old Ciciel, no one can mentioned that, but you pictured it all and you exactely describe your sadness.
Thank you Mark for your kind words, I hope you continue to enjoy the poems of your beautiful country.
Remembering the fun times we had in Cairo 'sis'- love it.
Yes it was the greatest time!! I am glad you enjoyed the memories through my poem.x
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