Comments about lexa dudley
Ageless stronghold with medieval walls,
beneath which villa nova idly sprawls;
here where past and present merge as one
under the radiant halo of a golden sun,
nut brown children spend carefree hours
in narrow streets, mid ancient Pisan towers.
Cool dark streets, illuminated by shafts of light
open on warm chequered squares of black and white.
From windows, cast in shade, peering eyes are met
as half-glimpsed figures form their silhouette.
Here through darkling doorways, almost concealed,
flower filled courtyards are fleetingly revealed.