Guarded by the hills and
Lit by moon alone, the
Midnight lagoon sits still
Under Turkish skies.

Echoing around the bay
Cicada songs resound
As, guided by the stars,
Cygnus, the swan, flies by.

The water calls to me,
Invites me to slip under
Its twilight sheets, entranced by
Mediterranean charms.

We were captivated by our first views over Marmaris bay last night.
(05.11.25)

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