Speak to me of youth, and breezes warmed by the sun
The breezes that falter down cool alleys
In the city built in the sun
Speak to me of flower vendors, and the beggar boys that run
The old ones who stagger through dusty roads
Of a city built in the sun
And I'll tell you of a hundred days when I wished all was well
Of the hours passed in fantasies
When my mind on thoughts would dwell
On greatest trains and rains and sounds of cricket games being won
of lotuses flames and evenings
In the city built in the sun
Impressive! I can identify with this well penned and poignant write since I come from a Tropical Island (Santo Domingo, DR) and I am very familiar with this beautiful environment you described in your thought provoking write! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with more of your poetic and talented writes! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem 'Tropical City' draws a picture before my eyes of a city that I've known well. Loved the flow of the poem as it unfolds. Thanks for drawing this beautiful 'city built in the sun'.