My City

July 17, 2012
I love the morning breeze of my city
The leaves dance on the branches of the trees
It carries the smell of newly brewed coffee
And freshly baked, ready-to-serve pastries
The seagulls fly over the salty lake
Their cries almost telling me to get up
I shrug off the blanket, fully awake
Go to the kitchen to grab a teacup
Hot steam rising from the cup: soul warming
I glance down to the street from my window
Shop owners sitting on low stools, smoking
A man stepping out of his old condo

This is my city, with its old towers

This is my city, in its morning hours

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sbets said...
Jul. 29, 2012 at 11:09 am

Great poem! I love the descriptions, along with people's character. You can tell that you love this city. Good job!

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albinotiger said...
Jul. 24, 2012 at 9:00 pm
the poem is so poetic and beautiful! its like u r in the city while writing it! (maybe check out my work sometime)
nurbanumessi replied...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 2:07 pm
hey thanks :) sure thing!
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