San Francisco holds spirits
Of those unalike
Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone.
Mighty bridges greet,
A plethora of wonders sweet
The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats
Countries epitomized on few streets
Seven miles of freedom of speech.
Creed of liberation
To be ourselves, walk with personal strides
A passion, a determination
In the shadowy depths of a cold sea
Lurk mystery.
Pigeons coo, expounding over history
A pleasure inwardly
Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
San Francisco holds spirits
Of those unalike
Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone.
Mighty bridges greet,
A plethora of wonders sweet
The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats
Countries epitomized on few streets
Seven miles of freedom of speech.
Creed of liberation
To be ourselves, walk with personal strides
A passion, a determination
In the shadowy depths of a cold sea
Lurk mystery.
Pigeons coo, expounding over history
A pleasure inwardly
Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
