I can taste sunlight and smiles,
Tangy spices on the hot breeze,
Wildflowers, and that famous pasta sauce,
Rich truffles wrapped in silk and ribbons.
I can hear the laughs and dancing,
Frolicking melodies entwined with joy,
The soft swish of wind over cobblestones,
And a passionate song of hugs and hope.
I can feel the sun on my back,
The kiss of a light wind on my face,
Soft petals opened,
To the bliss of a perfect spring day.
I can see a swirling mass of colour,
Acres of Italian smiles,
The spring stalls selling only the best,
Love and laughs and belonging.
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