Mi Nona

venice seemed a bit moving today i'd wondered over genova's coast hardly a peek over masone's entrance father was beneath himself filled with bitter rage it appeared my fetish for clark's trouser's boosted family morale i'd covered this endless romance several months now keeping watch over my grandmother's crest of identity a sullen logo that read milan descending aimously into corleone valley weathered so cringing almost with thee farewell findings omerta standing in view silence emerged an yet i could only whisper his name within this tiny village how different we were how divided on appian way our ancestor's balanced seperation segrgation among italian hemesphrere who am i now thee darkest bella red pellerosa apo new york