Venetian nights were dark and quiet,
The lights bewildering the paths.
The streaming waters of the channels
Contracted with the boulevards.
A soundless and gorgeous temple,
The Venice of the mandolin,
A sleeping beauty, gloomy puzzle,
A maze of dicey gondoliers.
With the invidious and sudden tears,
Like chancy lady of the seas,
The Venice stood to fight the winds.
14.02.2025
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Venetian nights
© Copyright: Евгения Блейк, 2025
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