My favourite city
The fog hides the depths of her tortured heart
Has she lived too long, through wars and plagues
Does she tire of strangers treading on her precious stones
Does she feel anger towards men changing her appearance.
Horseless carriages now replace the horsedrawn ones
Deep inside her a snake winds with light speed
Her once calm waters are disturbed by modern sea vessels
The skies above her deafened by the noise of steel birds.
Still,beneath the fog she beckons
With a thousand andmore years of history
For strangers to explore her.