I have always wanted to see
the city of saints and sinners
that part of me that looks for magic
knows that some survives there.
Old legends and magic and healing,
witches and vampires and moral choice,
religion that sweeps like a strong silver shield;
a city that sang with the water, once.
And smugglers and power and want
The buildings that saw wars and time
ins and outs and artists aplenty
looking for a city where the city doesn't sleep.
I think it's what I'm looking for
but I don't get to know.
If it is unfair and selfish to be disappointed,
then I am bitterly sorry to be all three.
One day.... I will see the world.
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