A Tuscan Romance

by Michael Pracht
 
We charmed ourselves on rusty hills
of olive trees and waning sun.
We fooled our hearts with loverís swill;
we charmed ourselves on rusty hills.
Consumed by lust and callow will,
we never knew our days were doneó
we charmed ourselves on rusty hills
of olive trees and waning sun.


© 2001 Michael Pracht. All rights reserved.
Home