My City

The city was paved with emeralds, Reflections of the green beer bottles. Labeled with strings of gold and silver, Tissue paper strung from house to house. The peoples hearts were pristine, They lurk in alleyways not seen. And time here seemed endless as a circle, newton balls colliding with the next. Love is to less of a word to describe my feelings for this place, I breathed in the emotions of the trees, I sought out the wild grapevines, sailed the crystalline waters, and whilst this happens, I find, that it is not where you are for life to matter, it is simply what you want it to be.