Verona, Italy

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A Reconnoitre in Verona

Nothing can dim the glow of my joy
Those meaningful moments which I still recall
I find certain happiness yet silence in time
With occupying thoughts that always cross my mind.

Along the stream of consciousness, there’s a hidden message
I may be attentive, yet time creeps so fast.
There’s difficulty that hampers me though
a busload of burdens that wrap me till night.
On and off, I turn to gaze at these things
Wholly appreciative that counts twice as much.
The richness in spirit opens my heart to beat
Like a dancing note that jumps over the keyboard.

I look at the beauty of Verona in its history
With great admiration to highlight its civilization
The arena for instance that shows an immense performance
Of Shakespearean plays so romantic but tragic ones.

Moving back and fro, I see the rhythm and sign
Of our very lives so unique to confront
It is our attitude to bring the gifts of ourselves
in this present life where we struggle and live our faith.