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As the ivy meets the water on the ancient crumbled wall, So the water laps and kisses through the beauty of it all. On the Rhine by the bridges where the flags drape from the lips. And we float down the river with the water to our hips. Couples watch as we pass, deep in awe and lost in love, As the ducks pass in the water and the swans fly above. Then the sun sets in Basel on a warming Swiss eve, And I weep for the morning, for tomorrow we must leave.
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
On the lips of the Rhine River
It is the twisted teal torrents of water That gush through its heart. It is the paint on the walls And the Ancient museums full of art. It’s the beauty of the city center The shops and the boutiques. It’s the bells of the green trams, Winding down the cobblestone streets. It’s the wind on my back And the sun on my face It’s the way when I go out, Hours are lost without a trace It’s the people floating down the river In the heat of the year. It’s my feeling of security, Because here there’s nothing to fear. It’s all the unique traditions, Passed down from generations. It’s the faces of the people, One from every nation. It’s the feeling I get When I just walk around. When I take in what’s around me The sights and the sounds. It’s the knowledge that In this city I have grown. It’s all the things I’ve learned, That I may never have known. It’s when I sit still in my room, And know that there’s so much left to explore. It’s the opportunities I have To do things I’ve never done before. It’s the archaic beige bridge That stands down town. It’s that path we like to walk, Or that cute cafe we found. It’s those beautiful books I bought, The ones I know I’ll never read. It’s the happiness that comes With the quiet life I lead. It’s how much more there is to discover, So much beauty I’ve yet to see. It’s that feeling of contentment When you know you’re where you’re meant to be The more I learn about this city, The more my heart desires to stay And know I may be wrong, But I think this could be home someday.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Reasons
It is the twisted teal torrents of water That gush through its heart. It is the paint on the walls And the Ancient museums full of art. It’s the beauty of the city center The shops and the boutiques. It’s the bells of the green trams, Winding down the cobblestone streets. It’s the wind on my back And the sun on my face It’s the way when I go out, Hours are lost without a trace It’s the people floating down the river In the heat of the year. It’s my feeling of security, Because here there’s nothing to fear. It’s all the unique traditions, Passed down from generations. It’s the faces of the people, One from every nation. It’s the feeling I get When I just walk around. When I take in what’s around me The sights and the sounds. It’s the knowledge that In this city I have grown. It’s all the things I’ve learned, That I may never have known. It’s when I sit still in my room, And know that there’s so much left to explore. It’s the opportunities I have To do things I’ve never done before. It’s the archaic beige bridge That stands down town. It’s that path we like to walk, Or that cute cafe we found. It’s those beautiful books I bought, The ones I know I’ll never read. It’s the happiness that comes With the quiet life I lead. It’s how much more there is to discover, So much beauty I’ve yet to see. It’s that feeling of contentment When you know you’re where you’re meant to be The more I learn about this city, The more my heart desires to stay And know I may be wrong, But I think this could be home someday.
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