Venice
City centre water bender
bind it not make it hinder
puzzled boats lacking thoughts
paddles muddle thrine cuddle
leaving behind all the huddle
must i speak or forever keep
such beauty can never weep
doth thou art history
still remains mystery
shrined still flickery
observed by human unusually
to love and pass all boundary
by boat by last its Venice
doth mess with Denice
Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016
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