The sea hums low, a lullaby,
While mopeds blur like fireflies.
I sit with wine and failing light—
A poem in ash, a kiss in flight.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe

366 poems day-by-day for a leap year

The sea hums low, a lullaby,
While mopeds blur like fireflies.
I sit with wine and failing light—
A poem in ash, a kiss in flight.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe

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