How apt the description
of Madalena's choir,
subtle waves of soulful notes,
pleasant in a summer's eve.
A harbor floating aged,
draped in Blue and White
craft in wood,
red wine soaked
drenched in the wrinkled facade
of local treasures.
Personality derives,
explodes in stereotype
and commonality.
Solice sought and received
from Euphora's door,
virgin saint of grape.
The sun weighs
heavy,
drunk with duty and passion.
A day ends again,
the glow passing soft
into the eyes
of a tourist. |
Submission Name: An Etruscan Glow of Yesterday
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