awakened by the soft murmur.
beauty gradually unfolding.

old gothic buildings, staring like steal and concrete giants.

the harbor bustling against the azure.

i've always enjoyed walking town alone.
a recluse with poems in pocket- some better than others.

sparrows fluttering about the mist.
the old age reincarnated.

miles of coastline...
one of the 7 wonders.

seagull cries echoing through wooden foundations.

i'd like to press my heart against the scenery -
so that i might implant my soul within this naturalistic view.

after walking for hours, i decided to grab a seat on a small bench.

i stared off into the blue and white foamy nothingness.

there must have been hundreds of people that walked past me.

oh!
how badly i'd like to spark up a conversation,
but no one sees me.
except of course,
the sea.