Nearing Venice Poem by Kevan Taplin

Nearing Venice



Into the snake skin sky
the toe nail moon crept.
On a night of stillness soft sounds sneaked across the landscape.
We met in secret and I wept into the lagoon.

Monday, October 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation
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