Poem about my hometown.

Lisbon (II)

The river is a bliss,
born in neighbour Spain
floods in Lisbon,
into the Atlantic Ocean breeze.
The seven hills
wave in the sky,
with the churches cupolas
standing high,
the brick roofs
and colourful houses mix.
Lisbon shines
and mirrors its vividness
to the facing shore,
Cristo Rei blessing this all.