Drive My Car

In Cappadocia's dream, I drive my car, Late March's last snow, not yet afar.

Sky shifts from clouds to sunny embrace, Golden-pink sunrise, nature's painted grace.

Five days, loose itinerary I adore, Swinging atop cave hotel, I explore.

Hot air balloons, mosque prayers, cats that pass, Sipping apple tea, pigeons in flight, no trespass.

Dreamlike comfort in this cherished place, Cappadocia's charm, my soul's embrace.

Drive my car, through this enchanting dream, Where beauty unfolds, like a gentle stream.