You took me past the gondolason the Grand Canal, and acrossthe shimmering lagoon.I’d already fallenfor the sparkling glass of Muranoand the vibrancy of Burano,and then you gave me a little island,the gentle chirp of crickets,ancient ruins, Byzantine mosaicsin the Church of Santa Maria Assunta,and a restaurant among fragrant herbs,where we drank limoncello,soaking up the yellowglow […]
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