Like soft cotton wool
As it gently laps on the cheek
Like chirping birds in the woods
It whistles through the cacophony.
Under shades and dim moonlight
Cars cross and exchage pathways
On boulevards and highways
From here yet the noise is muted.
A storyteller must be telling a story
Indeed a deeply moving one
As teardrops begin to fall from above
Dampens the streets as cars swift by.
Like a journey to Rome again
Walking down the streets with aroma of pasta
Savouring spaghetti splurging in heaven
Italians have a touch to lift the mood.
As time elapses and life sails on
December is wrapping up the year
With Christmas decorations and melodies
What a splendid evening it is.
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