I only allow myself 
to be half full of Rome
untill nightfall

The ancient streets
are filled with mortal sins
of the modern life

In the shadow of the street lights
I take off my sandals
kneading my heels into the cold cobblestones
pressing my palms on the old walls

I let the saints and ghosts
fill me with the rest
A scarlet rose in my hair
A bronze raven at my feet

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

14 thoughts on “Rome”

      1. Ok … It’s not on my blog-site ..

        “If Only the Walls Could Talk”

        It’s true you know,
        Walls can talk.
        So, I’ve been told,
        By a beautiful Rose.
        You’ll have to listen,
        Listen very closely.
        Put your ear against the wall.
        Use a stethoscope if you must.
        Listen to the wooden heart,
        Standing proud and tall.
        A rough soul rendered smooth,
        Layers of paint, every hue.
        Covering up dusty memories,
        Of hearts lost, through years of cavities.
        Like the old Wailing Wall,
        You’re walking along a history hall.
        Your secrets, one and all,
        They’ve heard every gasp.
        Your children’s moans,
        And your lover’s groans.

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