July

I was standing in front of an ice cream shop,
Watching the inattentive people going by non-stop
Stalls of Simit, Baklava and Doner Kebab,
But I was craving for vanilla ice-cream with a cherry on top
The dancing breeze, playing with the heavenly aroma of food,
The clouds veiled the sun making zephyr super cool,
A boy started singing in the middle of the road
Some people started enjoying, other considered him fool,
While eating my ice cream, inspected stalls I pass by,
Amused by the amazing weather of Istanbul in July.