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A Poem by Alisa

With a warm embrace the Italian night swallows me

With tired eyes I jot my thoughts

Surrendering to slumber

My balcony doors sway a little,

Squeak a little in their paths

The vespa’s screech across the cobblestone

And I remember where I am

I am far from home

I am so close to myself

I am so very in love

With my radiant skin and softened gaze

I am in love with Italy

I am,

© 2019 Alisa


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I really like this. I have always wanted to go to Italy. I imagine it feeling quite like this. Well done ☺

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on May 2, 2016
Last Updated on March 20, 2019
Tags: #travel #thoughts

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Alisa
Alisa

Amherst , MA



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A Poem by Alisa