Edinburgh
Where all her colors were born
Where blues grazed her eyes
And every lavender was torn
 
Edinburgh
Where lips of violet were pursed
Where the greys all surrendered
And the Lothians touched her first
 
Edinburgh
Where cobblestone formed her feet
Where her kiss swept through meadows
With windswept hair like golden wheat
 
Edinburgh
Where her roots took hold in the moors
Where her innocence first trembled
And her toes danced along the shore
 
Edinburgh
Where her sins became my daydream
Where her tomorrow may never come
And her love flows downstream

(2015)

Edinburgh, Scotland

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