Places

city

Bananas, savanna, I live in a cabana in Havana.
Or is it an oasis with lovely faces?

Oh where’s the city where everything’s pretty?
I drive downtown with bustling sounds.

A long walk and then I see
painted sky with flowing color
that shines graffiti on concrete walls.

Soon I hear in evening air
enchanting songs that draw me near
a peaceful place without a care.

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