Golden July in Milan

Golden sunlight drapes the rooftops high,

Duomo di Milano gleams beneath the sky.

Cafés hum with laughter, espresso in hand,

Fashion whispers drift across the piazza grand.


The Navigli canals catch the blazing light,

Boats drift in reflections, calm and bright.

Gondolas glide through golden afternoon haze,

While cicadas hum beneath the leafy blaze.


Sforza Castle rises proud with history deep,

Arco della Pace stands where memories sleep.

Ice creams melt gently as street musicians play,

July drifts in softly with a golden ballet. 


Pigeons flutter, coo, and weave at your feet,

Dancing in patterns, nimble and fleet.

The air smells of stone, basil, and sun,

Milan in July—where hearts dare to run.


                                     – Meenakshi Singh

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Cuori Liberi (Free Hearts)

Il Viaggio dell’Amore (The Journey of Love)

Die Symphonie der Liebe (The Symphony of Love)