The Rebirth of Venice
A poem
Published in
Jan 17, 2021
The Grand Canal
Reflecting the heaven on earth,
The shining sun
Protecting us from the plague,
The narrow streets
Embracing our souls
Still sublime, waiting to heal.
They have shaken ice-cubes in chalices,
Traveling through the palaces:
Traces of kings, queens; their
Extravagant dresses
Elaborated for carnivals,
Feeling gay, with tipsy notes.
Where did my joy go?
We would meet at Lido,
During the sunset to appreciate
The sublimity.
Loneliness strikes me again,
Yet, Venice is still marvellous, waiting for
Its rebirth.
