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Whispering breeze

A slight ruffle of leaves

Fleets of birds swim home

In an ocean of blue scattered with white cotton

Cobbled streets hide stories untold

Lovers in nooks steal kisses that remain unforgotten

Blocks of red, yellow and blue placed in haphazard proportion

Springing tiny balconies adorned with the days washing

As the sun melts into grey

The church bells count to nine

And like a lover forgone, a lazy nightfall approaches slowly 

I look around the sea of twinkling eyes

Strangers that might become friends or pass by

I breathe the chill and raise my glass,

There is no other place I’d rather be

After all this while, I’m home, finally.