And if capsizing
how to make a sock, fill the ether
citrus and rosemary,
of ringing tambourines and crazy
tarantella,
risotto and spaghetti with meat sauce, and song in
painted blue.
Di I long for golden sunsets and prayers
Desii coveted.
Italy
my
down would be a land of welcome,
to cover the peoples of hope.
I embrace
Marica
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