Living Italia
Growing up Italia
stone walk ways
villages with garden
walls floral pastel
creeping across
olive branches
picking merlot
from the trees
soft leather straps
surrounding my
bronzed feet espresso
fountains leaving a faint
aroma the scent of coffee
for miles Italian icy
naturally churn ancient
ruins enhances my sight
Venice pour into valleys
and canals while Vicenza
always seems to call
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2022
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