Solitude in silence.

I miss those days of inspiration

and of the freedom to roam.

I miss those nights of melancoly

walks through the cypress corridor

in the hills of La Toscana.

The nights when the moon's beam

lit the way

and the toad's hiccup gave harmony to the cicadas.

The end of the cobbled bridge marked the entryway

to La Cascina

where barrels filled with vino lined the halls within

and promises of romance whispered sweet nothings from its walls.

I miss those days of inspiration

and my blissfully naive ignorance of the world.

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8.12.2010