Munich

A faction of three benches Anchored at the face of the curbside Woodend and blemished as an old ruined diary after years of worn Glimmering light that breathes life Slate gray glistens on the surface Illuminating each element of beauty held in this city Enchanting the street lights stand Black iron who twists and coil high above A podium these flames of light settle A song that is hummed by the radiant glow Allocated on a marble pedestal they shine The travelers, they are roaming ants Out searching for a destination, with no place to hide With only happiness as a terminal longing to be reached Hold close to the Disney enchantment this city carries A Gothic cathedral poised tall and handsome Hear the mellow swallow of the bells echoing in the tour Cloaking and dancing through the picturesque streets Electrifying one’s veins as if a virgin to the sound Yellow is the mood Who brightens all’s hearts Felt within the streets and the sky Excitement entrenched entirely within the medieval streets Allurement lingers in the air Eyes and hearts entangled in this city’s charm Bringing light to Marienplatz sitting on archway crutches Admiring the ones down below with twinkles in their eyes Never ending is the streets In a big city with tantalizing taste A dream this rare city can be to the modern folk Oh to what do we owe to such a captivating aura of a city?