Cities of stone, faces unshaved
And doubtful
Lemonade with rose water
And uncertain tomorrows
Cities of steel, frigid autumns
And cold coffee
Brown eyes deeper than night
And forgotten promises
Cities dust, of desert sun
And lonesome walks
Burning vast skies
And wolves at dawn
Cities where my compass
And its South
Pointed only inward
And let me find
What I had never lost
In cities of stone, steel and dust
The promise
To find
My own
Way
November 14, 2021
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2021
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