The Dinner


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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