16-04-08

A PRINCESS IN VENICE

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Kneeling down on San Marco,

The piazza washed of its visitors

There for me alone

A present from a golden fountain

Pouring precious light on cobbled stones.

An eerie tune from long ago

Lures me away for a dance

But I'm entrhalled 

By the steady beat of silver drops,

The gently bulging drapes

Hiding secrets of mysterious lovers.

The night is precious and bold.

I'm a princess invited to a wedding of silver and gold.

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