silence scooped into tributaries
navigating thoughts by gondola
we glide beneath her Bridge of Sighs
tasting the acrid breath of lost words
into a palazzo where ideas congregate
exhumed from brackish waters
poems glistening between our oars'
slippery blades at midnight
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
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