Visit To Barcelona
Soft breezes kiss the ancient stones.
Caress the twilight touched streets.
Rippling along highways where long lost ghosts parade unseen.
Fire touched spires lance skyward toward the fading blue.
Ah! there ! I see it , jeweled and clad in a cloak of purple shadow Sagrada Familia.
Wayward air flits among its spires.
A lonely gull soars out toward the sea.
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