Yes yes yes indeed! <br />Sibiu, my lovely city <br />It is the One <br />On which, by taking walks <br />At quiet times, <br />It filled my heart with.. Beauty <br />Yes! ! .. Made me feel apart <br />Of present's ugly world <br />Which never stops to grow <br />On concrete, steel <br />with complicate design <br />the darkest glass, <br />uughhh! Yuck! ! the smell <br />of black asphalt! <br />Take my hand, come <br />I'll show you this kind, <br />soo lovely city <br />Built on baked clay <br />painted with love <br />On light, in many shades <br />Of warmest red! <br />See how the chestnut <br />old romantic trees <br />Majestically bow to us <br />And then let's <br /> take our shoes off <br />To walk or waltz <br />on city's <br />ancient stones <br />feel, breathe, smell, <br />Live its history, let free <br />our soul, time travel, <br />dream of other ways <br />to live again <br /> forgotten ways <br /> of quiet sunny <br />happy days. <br /> <br /> *Sibiu, the love of my soul, which showed me the light for the first time the place I had been raised, it's in the heart <br />of one beautiful land called Romania.<br /><br />Elena Sandu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sibiu-my-love/
