Cicero, Cicero, here we come.
White mustang convertible cruising,
Winds blowing and Taco's barking.
Channel glasses with Hepburn tresses,
Small talk peppers each passing glances.
Mystic and Bliss along sweet corn patches,
Smile feathered soft by whimsical lashes.
Butterflies carefree unsuspecting,
Turning pages of stories passing.
Into the night sky Cicero
Where enchanted moon glowing.
Bells ringing and souls singing,
Close your eyes and fantasize.
A girl with bell bottom trousers,
Waiting by bonfire among lobster faces.
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who's the girl with Channel glasses and Hepburn tresses?
ReplyDeleteit's so vivid that I felt I just watched a movie titled Autumn in Cicero.,
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