A top a mountain
I climbed,
To a view,
This ink cannot describe.
The sun to my right,
The moon to my left,
And foreign tongue fills the air,
Interrupted by the wind
Which carries the song
Of birds and their insect neighbors,
Quarreling for their spot
On this epic stage,
On top of the world
Looking down on Florence.
A moment better left to simple verse,
A beauty painted
By the hand of God
Left as a reminder
For the lucky FEW
And the ignorant MANY
Your days are for YOU!
Spend them wisely,
Spend them slowly,
Enjoy them FULLY,
LIVE THEM ALWAYS.
By: John Salutare
Fiesole, Italy
7/11/11
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