It Went With The Wind

In Istanbul in 92′
The class was like a rich river;
Brim-filled with all different species.
The shoal was a school of magic.
Dancers waved wands, singers pitched too.
The crop of soldiers came in troops
We were the eels in a good swarm,
Flapped wings as we glided and flew
Into this depth of power play
That we’ve all forgotten today.
Right in that temperament was love
Peeking with the tease of waffles
Easing on that eve, a calm bait.
With a thump of heart that couldn’t wait
To fetch us this jar still empty.

Leonell