San Francisco
(2020-2022)

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you were my home when the world got mad.

you were strange and wild. your tall trees and empty streets were an eerie reminder that this world is a strange place.

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still the blue, high sky kept the promises of hope.

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so much dirt was poured on your streets and soul.

dark abysses were opening its mouth on many of your corners deep in the night.

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the day would welcome its citizens with messages of control and emptiness.
you suffered hardly and great.

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your beauty was almost gone.

you stood naked among the unseen world of high judges that wrote in the book of living only the names of a few of your people.

the gray heron hidden in your biggest park was crying over humanity that lost its way.

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my only hope is that salty water of your wise sea will wash away all of your pain, one day.