337. Buda 

About an unforgettable evening I had in Budapest… 

Sun slipped slow, as did our tongues,

From ruin bar, to puffed out lungs,

We started, bathed in evening rays,

And ended dripping in the rain. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

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