Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges

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Rhythmic swells reverberate through your lungs. The black streets of Valencia.

Backstreet Europe.

Romani enclaves, gypsy-parts of town.

We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff drinks. Sangria. Smartly bashful we’re red-faced, delirious.

For it is Spring, the blossoms sing

Nodding in the wind.

Blanco bells of nerium ring.

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One response to “Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges”

  1. Michael Avatar
    Michael

    Only critique (since you asked), “parts of town” not very poetic, pulls you out of the piece. Even the word “settlements” would be better. Otherwise, nice piece!

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