History
Is like a kite in the sky.
You keep flying,
And your name shines.
You keep going further
In your beauty crusade.
You keep writing your stories
Day after day.
Florence is the place of your glory.
While people read, they laugh, they cry, they worry.
Giovanni, a great master of words,
You keep people warm
While they're lost in their chores.
Romance, philosophy, humour - all in one,
Your keen mind burns like the Sun.
© Maryna Tchianova, on the day of Boccaccio's birth
Giovanni Boccaccio
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