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Roman Vacation
Years back, I shimmered in her glow a city wrapped in rich crochet… my best friend sipping espresso down Vatican and lit subway, where nights of Rome danced a relay the hilltops breathing a pearled sigh, embellished with aisles of bouquet… I relished her soil brushed in dye. While Latin tunes drooled an alto near ruins of Colosseum … glory be, Pope John Paul we saw, as crowds waved, rare his decorum. Until tears sparkled misty gray inside vaults and arches nearby; tales flowed of ancient kings’ decay… I relished her soil brushed in dye. The streets pattered, run-and- go Along a queue for concert’s replay; then awed by Sistine’s pomp fresco while eyes fluttered in a thrilled sway! How we raced as quaint shops called, “buy,” arms cuddling tokens like piled rye wishes blown, glazed as eve’s firefly! I relished her soil brushed in dye. On our last day, I needed to say “Yes, I’ll come back before moons cry”… since this heart pined for Rome each day. I relished her soil brushed in dye! Lin Lane's Take A Vacation Contest Ballade--28 lines 2/16/2016
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