Freestyle: San Francisco 2

City by the Bay
Adorable sunrise
Even prettier sunset
Watch the skies dance
Notice the seagulls call
Fearless, surfing the wind
Towers stand confidently,
They come in many shapes,
Punching high into the skies,
Concrete, verdant
Ash and green
Bold and naive
The nights are chill
Bay breeze makes it so
The noons are warm
Bright clouds pleat above

If it’s afternoon
Glasses glitter
If the wind sings,
Passersby listen

That’s SF, a city by the Bay!


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