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Firenze's domed and hollowed skyline
burnt and ochre embers
spiral across the horizon
like sparks beneath a firetoned night
knobble and crook
underfoot
distant figures
the ghosts of all time dance
along the Arno, as shadows
mystically laugh at new inhabitors
Umbre brush strokes of an artist's mind
backline curved like worn stones upon Dantean walls
rushing through the Toscan past time
shall forever break us whole
As the magical Florentine nights
jump across from dome to dome
shadowing the moon's casting shine
reflecting an ancient mystery
of warriors gold and speckled
Spinning in and out over stony bridges
Ponte Vecchio's magical strings lift like an artist's lace,
sings out its siren call
to the rocks and watery depths below
Archaic and hollow chimes whispering
secrets from the heart of Florence,
telling stories of a new and orange sky...
I lamented upon Santa Croce
on that glorious Florentine day
to discover the missing piece
of my memory's glance.
burnt and ochre embers
spiral across the horizon
like sparks beneath a firetoned night
knobble and crook
underfoot
distant figures
the ghosts of all time dance
along the Arno, as shadows
mystically laugh at new inhabitors
Umbre brush strokes of an artist's mind
backline curved like worn stones upon Dantean walls
rushing through the Toscan past time
shall forever break us whole
As the magical Florentine nights
jump across from dome to dome
shadowing the moon's casting shine
reflecting an ancient mystery
of warriors gold and speckled
Spinning in and out over stony bridges
Ponte Vecchio's magical strings lift like an artist's lace,
sings out its siren call
to the rocks and watery depths below
Archaic and hollow chimes whispering
secrets from the heart of Florence,
telling stories of a new and orange sky...
I lamented upon Santa Croce
on that glorious Florentine day
to discover the missing piece
of my memory's glance.