Looking on the horizon,
From the edge of a balcony,
A man taps my shoulder
And points at the beautiful
Italian woman standing in the corner,
And I see her, beautiful as can be.
She looks back at me,
Smiling modestly with her humble grin,
Appearing very serene in her demeanour.
She peers at me with those brown eyes,
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art