The stone heart and the house of orio
In our little quarters by the sea-canals
Penning these night myths to book
Era una notte magica you say
these embroidered velvet dresses
The slouched beret with diamond brooch
The opulent gondola that carries us, magica you would say
Each passing bridge a pact, a kiss then to love forever
Drinking ombra and moving slow through Carnevale
This is one of many masquerades in me you love ( I can't be hidden)
Panificio volpe for sweetness and song
The ancient nobles and their fatal legends
All mystery might be made here.
Wed 1st Mar 2023 10:58
a poem which truly captures the essence of Venice.
Thank you for this
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