Ciaooo he vocalizes
Letting other gondolas know
To glide through
Canal like streets, without ado
Dressed in black
on handsome face a chique hat
pole prodding waters
taking for a ride, whoever sat
whistles a tune
singing an ode to ancient beau
who wandered there
never got, what was his due
this or that
flaky paint crumbling façade
dim light shows
what the moors, came to maraud
off san Marco
setting sun, and forlorn byes
in soulful history
grandly, the bridge of sighs
a solitary smile
in marble, it eternal gleams
unsung the feet
that trudged, those murky realms
across nether worlds
stands hanging, a bridge too far
where lovers sigh
smile kiss and head to a bar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
picturesque......................bridging the words with poignancy............