Feelings
Venetian’s ombre’ sky fades periwinkle purple into powder turquoise blue.
silvery rhinestone of a star is possibly tossed down by goddess Venus
Gondoliers are slumbering with their wives as their vessels still themselves
the bay is not silent, there is tiny lapping of the waves issuing a joyful hello
Such quietude needs no extra energy of a creature, person or bird.
A lone damsel fly flits into the bay, followed by a gorgeous Luna moth.
I sit at the end of the pier feeling like the only person in the world.
Pleased and joyful that at this moment in this location at I am.
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