"Memory murmurs deep
amongst the gondolas
of the Grand Canal.
It walks the Bridge of Sighs,
lingers long in whispers,
Byron's first kiss of love.
the Rialto Bridge,
a green tinged light along
the Piazzetta San Marco,
where violin notes sea sparkle,
beckon a lovers' embrace.
Taste again with me
the Veneto wine at Carnevale,
Prosecco in sensuous Murano glass,
as the campanile's silver notes
thread stars, inside hearts, and
the moonlight we once recalled."
I'll be posting "W" here tomorrow to continue the A-Z Challenge. Thank you for visiting the Hope and Dreams Blog.