Plaza Lucero, under city's gaze,
A sonnet woven in historic days.
In Spanish whispers, tales unfold,
Where stories linger, treasures of old
A bustling square, where footsteps trace,
The echoes of time in vibrant space.
In Lucero's plaza, culture weaves,
A tapestry of lives it conceives.
Adorned with lights, a radiant glow,
Night's embrace over the cobblestone flow.
The heart of Alicante, alive and bright,
A sonnet written in the warm moonlight.
In Plaza Lucero, moments align,
A sonnet echoes, a place divine.
