Writings on Life, War, and Exploration

Barna

Clustered in her independence,

Her rocky edges holds the artist’s heart,

A sea of change in her Gaudi atmosphere,

Small bites along her back,

Charms the weary seamen to her shores,

Barna they call her,

The vibrations of a thousand guitar strings,

Hums the embrace of an American’s heart.

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