Prague
Prague
a living place
and tourists crowd,
the buildings' grace,
I say it loud,
it was preserved.
Kafka's and Golem's
shadows rest,
at places, gardens
at their best.
A baroque garden,
stylish green,
and artist's craft
for all be seen.
Old Jewish Quarter,
synagogues,
the Altneu Shul,
the tombstones
there,
and crossing Charles Bridge's
cobbled path,
I watched Moldavia's water pass.
A picture,
silently and rare.
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