Purple Rome
Old Roman world,
lovers en mode,
in chapels abode
on dashing steeples of gold
Where is the fine wine
and your fine purple columns
that held your nobility?
Corruption has crumbled
at your gate,
for you held fast to yourself,
and blinded justice
from the perfection of your works
O' Rome, mighty Rome
where are you now?,
just a memory
fastened in statues
of false divinity...
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Author:
Gino (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2020 23:06
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Comments1
Fab piece.
Thank you so much Clara
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