Angeli di Firenze

Alan R

…And the carefree indulgence

Of my being with you

Didn’t even last as long

As that little pricey perfume bottle

The scent lingers

In its unforgiving ways

While the brains take over

Everything that’s precious

Everything that’s rare

Now I have to think

Now I am bound to care

On a random spring Wednesday

Planning conversations for

All that was once, just sweet

Sweet fragrance of Firenze.

 

-Al

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  • Katie B.

    Perfect. Love it. Rich and vivid.

    • Alan R

      Thanks 🙂

    • sorenbarrett

      How good the comparison the metaphor works well and makes its point. Nicely done

      • Alan R

        Thanks a lot 🙂

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome Alan

        • Teddy.15

          Love your title and the romantic path you have chosen in which to write about Firenze it's quite a magical place and filled with all types of beauty and of course Angels. 🌹

          • Alan R

            Thanks a lot 🙂



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