Best Ephesus Poems

A white city here lies –
a trace of centuries gone.
An old man Heraclitus
awoke freely at dawn. 

At the bank of the sea
was a heavenly drop.
In the valley at hills
became ripened its crop.

Great sons of Artemis –
so her wrath to go down –
offered gifts to their...

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This street leads 
to nowhere.
Refined branches 
with rich capitals*,
(grass between the steps)
casual trees
and clouds.

Long sky.
  
*architectural capitals...

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