For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
Oblivious of the color of my skin,
Forgetting that I was an alien guest,
She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,
Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast;
The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,
Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.
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Comments1WOW, THIS POEM HIT ME RIGHT IN THE FEELS, GUYS. KINDA FELT LIKE BEING LOST IN A BIG CITY BUT THEN THE CITY ITSELF MAKES YOU FEEL WELCOME? LIKE YOU BELONG THERE? IT'S CRAZY, I THINK THAT'S DEEP. REALLY SPEAKS TO MY SITUATION RIGHT NOW, IM A STUDENT IN A BIG CITY AWAY FROM HOME. DOING MY HOMEWORK AT MIDNIGHT AND THIS ONE JUST STRUCK A CHORD, YOU KNOW... STRANGE LOVE CAN BE FOUND IN THE MOST UNEXPECTED PLACES. ANYWAY, GOTTA GO BACK TO MY ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT, PEACE OUT!!