Rolling space gentle mild
Olives plucked by a child
Wandering slow Tuscan knolls
Fluttering fleeced golden dolls
Blooming begonias on the sill
autumnal hues the eyes still
hopeful smile of flourishing dells
grand old church's peeling bells
slanted roofs with ruddy tiles
as one whiles away the miles
lapping waves in near by coves
fruiting berries in shady groves
slush slosh of seaside waves
trickling salt in glowing caves
Flitting pigeons in their droves
whatever piazza that one goes
serene heaven in sheltered bays
welcome advance of waterways
silent days and greedy nights
unwrinkled shine of satin whites
so much hope of golden days
lost to dither in faltering ways
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Islamabad.
I like the poetic form...and the imagery depicts beautifully the beauty of the place. I myself wrote a poem titled Venice -being inspired by its uniqueness when I first visited.Lovely!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi! nice lines. I've published a poem here, about Florence. Pity it is in Italian (Firenze, passeggiata con vista) . I've tried to translate it in English myself, but I don't like the result I got, so I decided not to published my Italian version :) ... sorry.. greetings from Tuscany! :)