poems from the road...firenze
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out of touch
with everything i knew
& yet something found...
a thing i have always known;
paradise
in the swirl of an ancient stair
with drifting scent
of fresh rainwater
& carved earth,
the view from the top
is one i always knew.
sunlight pouring through
i pause for descent
to be swallowed by the walls
of the aged city.
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2 comments:
almost as if,, somewhere along the line you have been there before... how lovely....
:D I really like this piece.
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