This beauty of renown
That is Venice.
A place to spend time
To breath in
This miracle
Of joy,
This gift
Of splendour
Floating as
On wings
In soft rays
That kiss.
Romantic love,
In silent streams
Flowing
In our dreams
To vaporize
As a mist
To disappear
And be no more.
Tranquillity
Flown away,
Her peace is gone
In this noise
This monster
Pressing down hard
To where the waters splash
On shores
Lined with trojan horses
Waiting for the night
To sink,
This star of the sea.
Eugene 24/10/2022
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What are you up to? what is Venice to you?
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