Treasure Island

Nick Korsantia

(Sept 8,1987 / Georgia, former Soviet Union)

Italy


The ancient grandeur
The timeless nobility
The artistic richness
The country of divine eternity
Is far away as 9 years.
To think of it fills me with peace
Because I see myself and you
Sitting, staring at the sunset
The colors are appositive to my mood
Feeling so right, is it too selfish?
I should think to see all the sites,
But is it waste? I only see one
One site which greys the rest
And the only site that gives me peace
The site in which my arrow is entranced to,
Cupid shoots too many times

Submitted: Sunday, May 30, 2004

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