Tuscan Rhapsody… 121212

Rolling space gentle mild Olives plucked by a child Wandering slow Tuscan knolls Fluttering fleeced golden dolls Blooming begonias on the sill autumnal hues the eyes still hopeful smile of flourishing dells grand old church's peeling bells slanted roofs with ruddy tiles as one whiles away the miles lapping waves in near by coves fruiting berries in shady groves slush slosh of seaside waves trickling salt in glowing caves Flitting pigeons in their droves whatever piazza that one goes serene heaven in sheltered bays welcome advance of waterways silent days and greedy nights unwrinkled shine of satin whites so much hope of golden days lost to dither in faltering ways Original 121212 Islamabad.