“Maybe I’ll see you again
When it’s snowing in Venice…”
My joyful heart leaps
Strings of thorny memories…
gashes
Not even to be baptized
Except by the slushy, city snow of Venice,
And a white, silent face.
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“Maybe I’ll see you again
When it’s snowing in Venice…”
My joyful heart leaps
Strings of thorny memories…
gashes
Not even to be baptized
Except by the slushy, city snow of Venice,
And a white, silent face.
