It is made of lightness and pride,
Strong figures and olive leaves,
Blue highness of the endless sky
And vast hearts, eternal dreams.
The cathedral is somniferously strong,
The glory of audacity it contains,
The whole city is like a song,
Performed by the sun and lonesome rains.
It is made of unity and wrath,
Sleight of hand and depth of thought,
The stars fall down at it like wreaths,
And by strings of joy is the visitor caught.
© Maryna Tchianova
Devoted to Italia bella, its greatness and its opulent future perspective.
Based on classical poetry and video tours.
Pisa
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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