Doors which sing to me

I hear lyrical voices
Beckoning me down narrow stone pathways

Framed by gelato walls and garden escapees

Onwards, past fatigued stucco and crazed render

Alongside ancient portals and marbled balconies

Inviting me…

…to step into their world

Of leaning façades, Venetian lights and shades of yesterday

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