‘Ode to San Francisco’ — a poem
Were all of our kisses on hills? If we had a picture of our first kiss,you would see Coit Tower lit up like a candle....
Were all of our kisses on hills? If we had a picture of our first kiss,you would see Coit Tower lit up like a candle....
We watched the lights on the Bay Bridge dance just like us, calm waves twirling the light and scattering it around for all to see....