Abi Lofthouse
Abi Lofthouse

Tourists roamed the Catalonian streets,
forgetting the stresses they’d left at home.
They fell away from reality, as did we.

The setting sun showed us where to go
as it kissed our pink shoulders.
We walked forever, through a maze of winding roads
until we grew tired, then, we’d sit outside
a Las Ramblas bar, sipping cocktails and sangria
listening to the city’s beating heart.

It was our first taste of freedom,
Something we’d never forget.

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