Very interesting story


In the middle of Italy

My heart feels like stone

I feel frozen in place

Cursed to hold flowers and stand on a pedastal

My mouth is eternally open

Somehow it is very peaceful

Watching my makers stand me up by a pack of horses

Escorting me to Venice

Now, people come from around the world in magical boxes called "cars"

Once, I was a great general of Italy

I was killed

They took my body and made art of it

I am a statue

I sit in the middle of Italy







Words by andre10
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Written on 2007-10-27 at 20:16

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normalil
I love this. Italy is the treasure house of Europe I think. I love the emotion behind this poem.
2008-12-05