Best Tagus Poems

I walk my life, a subway station
Where dirt consorts
The air around.
It pounds my nape,
It flames my mind
With sights and fates
And sounds.

Above, a tram goes up the alley
Tinged with canary hue.
Below, my wit:
What void, what valley:
It sank, in Tagus mused.

I take a seat, doors screech behind.
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What a timeless charm Lisbon is
Meticulously set on the face  
Of seven hills with eyes  
That overlook the Tagus River.

The narrow, winding streets  
Tell a story of a culture so distinct
Different in many ways but hung on a single straw
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