04-29-2015, 05:22 AM
It's been a while I wasn't on the forum. Here is a poem about a neighborhood in Barcelona called Raval.
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The night shines in ghostly ways-
gray veils slither high,
cover up the city-
seize every street corner.
Amongst the dazed howls, thieves and scattered hawkers,
Raval pleads another day.
Its veins at some flat time
incessantly sputter,
one after another,
the drab
tightly dragging their belongings,
or a brown cigarette,
they incessantly cherish.
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The night shines in ghostly ways-
gray veils slither high,
cover up the city-
seize every street corner.
Amongst the dazed howls, thieves and scattered hawkers,
Raval pleads another day.
Its veins at some flat time
incessantly sputter,
one after another,
the drab
tightly dragging their belongings,
or a brown cigarette,
they incessantly cherish.
Some poetry - www.alexbex.net