Vienna
There is a concert hall in Vienna
Where the politicians wear black, red and blue
There is a cemetery in Vienna
Where the ghostly boys are cursed with virtuoso
There are no Temples in Vienna
Still I would ask for a dance with you
Let the vagabond gods decide if we were
Truly Prodigious under the sun
Worthy of a love or two
I want so much, Vienna,
Stumbling through half-deserted streets
The flowers blooming on your shoulder
First sunlight, a balcony smoke
In my mind, in my mind
As much as all great cities fall
Vienna, Vienna
Maybe you
Copyright © Amy Zhao | Year Posted 2019
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