Venice Reverie...
Dreaming of the City Where My Heart Belongs
I dream of Venice,
where whispers of the past linger in the air and waters reflect the sun’s gentle touch.
Gondolas glide gracefully through the narrow canals, each stroke telling ancient stories.
The Rialto Bridge stands tall, arching over time, as the crowd's murmur secrets of merchants and lovers long gone.
I envision myself wandering the cobblestone streets, where history breathes with every step. St. Mark’s Basilica rises majestically, its beauty a silent hymn to eternity.
The Grand Canal, a living poem, merges sky and water in a silent dance, flanked by palazzos that guard memories etched in stone.
As the sun sets, painting the city in gold, Venice transforms into a canvas of fading light, stars emerging to wrap the city in their gentle embrace.
One day, I’ll stand on Venice’s edge, where dreams become reality, and in that moment, I’ll know that Venice is where my heart truly belongs.
About the Creator
After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Wow your poem is so vivid. Though I've never been there, I feel like I've received a small taste.