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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.

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Top Photo – Courtesy: Matt Rutherford,