He walked
deeper
pass the gate
within the old capital
seeing
mother and father
tending an angel
upon adoration’s bench
and feeling
bitter joyed hum
claiming space afar
directing forth.
She reached
slowly
amidst the piazza
under the watchful cathedral
hearing
violin amidst crowds
tending the minds
upon empathy’s marble
and smelling
spicy sweeten fragrance
stretching aside quietly
enticing abandonment.
They met
curiously
onto the bastions
evident to the view
noticing
youngsters bounded by lips
tending the will
upon joy’s breeze
and speaking
silent shrouded wonders
unceasingly uniting gazes
beholding everything.
Finally, they knew
resting afloat,
absorbed by bells,
at the City of Love.
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