Snowing in VeniceA Poem by parenthesesI surely am owed some favor in heaven, for surely fate knows the flavor of balance It tastes of the snows that trickle in Venice Bring Cupid with bow and arrow this minute! “If here it does snow, then surely it goes that I may not row for forever alone; that love I may know as a treasure my own” If this ain’t a sign, then surely I’m finished Strip hope and pride, all wonders diminished Fate’s hand is snide, and I am its witness should I find no love as it’s snowing in Venice © 2016 parenthesesFeatured Review
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