![]() 3A Poem by AlisaWith 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 |
StatsAuthor![]() AlisaAmherst , MAAbout20, student. Constantly thinking, sometimes jotting, and always questioning. more..Writing
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