Beneath the sunshine on a summer's noon
When the world is nice, the breeze is chill,
With laughter around, life's like a boon
With splendour on the spill..

I see the ripples all in a jocund mood
When the Beech wood oars tickles the water slow,
With the face of clouds, the wavelets elude;
Smiles 'midst the wrinkles, as he takes to row..
Sounds from hawkers, there's music in the air
Beneath ev'ry canal, comes the promised kiss,
Resplendence brimming the Venetian Square..
Every wall holds a tale of bliss..
And its summer still.. noon-time still..
We are sailing beneath the golden gleams,
The world is nice, the breeze is chill..
Its just a page, from my book of dreams..





You have sailed your gondola with style. Oh what a delightful piece and the image brings me memories of so long ago...


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