Montecatini Terme. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Montecatini Terme.

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.

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