“A great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of some great idea. Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers of Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique world, Art.”
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Athens. City of sun glitter and alabaster colors.
Of arts and history inside Plato’s and Aristotle’s minds,
their thoughts calling out in every marble corner.
Of Gods gifts, olive trees and Poseidon’s tears,
enclosing the tourists in ancient glory,
lemon blossoms tucked in their hearts.
Of windflowers and candles treading
an adventurous path to the Cyclopean walls of Acropolis,
fountains bringing back the life of colors.
Of Aegean democracy and independence,
unfurled over the souls of old times
and the coffee taste of today, the sky is smiling.
Athens. City where only its citizens
know the times of darkness, when the neon lights
are broken and the crowds- blind with anger.
© 2012 Broken Sparkles