In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold,
Molten glass awakens, a story untold.
The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool,
Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule.
From the furnace's depths, a fiery bloom,
Gathers on the canna, dispelling the gloom.
Blown with practiced breath, a form takes its birth,
A chandelier's frame cradled on this Earth.
Frit dances within,...
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