Montecatini Terme. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Montecatini Terme.
Rating: ★5.0
Puccini playing in the open air, people are in silence.
The soprano sings and the music
lifts our hearts.
The violins play Madam butterfly.
We are in awe and you hold my hand slightly squeezing.
Beauty is to be found in this little town, and romance is in the air.
Saturday, April 25, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,music,romance,silence
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8/29/2026 12:53:44 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
This beautiful poem soothes the spirit. A reader can feel the brewing romance and hear the amazing music that strikes the heart. To my favorites.