Thoughts from San Vito

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Honeysuckle and lavender pervade the warm Italian breezes,

The ageless mill churns water into the distance,

How simple and sweet this rustic life seems to me!


Far from the imposing gray buildings that blot out the sun,

from the unhappy noises of city-goers,

pushing past each other for the illusion of greatness.


This place where the lady down the road

smiles as you pass her,

turning her head to tell you "buona giornata".

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  1. hentoent.queenofuubaFebruary 26, 2023 at 5:59 PM

    Incredible! Love the imagery. This poem is very well written.

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