October’s Heart in Venice

Golden fog drifts over silent canals,

Gondolas sway like whispers of past tales.

Leaves, amber and crimson, float on the tide,

Carrying secrets the city cannot hide.


Bridges arch like memories across time,

Echoing footsteps in a gentle rhyme.

Church bells tremble through misty streets,

A song of October, soft and sweet.


Lanterns shimmer on water like fire,

Lighting the night with quiet desire.

The air smells of wood, of spice, of rain,

A bittersweet warmth that soothes and pains.


Venice holds her heart in autumn’s hand,

A fragile pulse no one can command.

Yet in that stillness, a lover’s sigh,

October breathes beneath a copper sky.


                                       — Meenakshi Singh 

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