Monday 10 February 2014

Rome Beckons

Trevi fountain grappling with the thrust from the hopes of the varied cries
The daily parade of the insignificant grade
The impregnable authority on the arrow of time
The bridge had burned and the shadow had swayed
The spectral uncannily sneaks in and out
The whistling burrows and the orphic pathways
The water tinkling and the rustle stemming from the crackled leaves
Smothering a yawn, smeared with delight.

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