Chaouen

Chaouen

My City dresses in blue
And her alternate lights glow.
It shashes her bones
When her kindle nights snow.
Vim and vigor is the sun
Its long hot spell burns
The mounts till the eve of night dazzles
Plenty of little suns
Like queens of the night bloom.

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