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To Dream of Spain
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To Dream of Spain |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
On the red forefront off the shores of Spain The tan bricked alleys Moved North and South, East and West With their crimson and beige based doors Harboring the sounds and joys Of the saloons and restaurants The sky was like the pollen Floating around the city Black heels echoed off the pavement With purse strings swishing with the air Like small necks of rain As the midnight black motorcycles rode by Like a soft gaze that never turns away Wristwatches and rings Cohibian cigars drafting with the wind Olive skin underneath white button down shirts Oh, the pleasant winds of Spain With their sharp days And easy trends of night So fluid and rich in color As if you were placing the map of the world onto your heart. The colors of the sky seem to change As the hours come and go Like the smooth satin colors of the Churches arches Even when the shore cannot be seen because of the dark The city still lives on For it is here Just off the shores That life begins each and every day. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, James... Have a great weekend Cheers |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Spain is like my metaphor for all the places, the cities I have not known, but would have enjoyed learning to love them or hate them. And I'm talking like it's over. (*smile*) Maybe one day...thanks for this.  |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Surely, Serenity. Plenty of time to travel and see many different countries. Safe travels Cheers |
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