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The Shoot

Reflections of a Broken Bridge

She danced down the Spanish Steps in a pale indigo diaphanous dress,

a saffron bow in her hair.

An unexpected dawn mist, disowned by the night, added a faint sadness to the scene as it crawled over the Roman rooftops like a drunken father traipsing over the mess in his hotel room, and his life.

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Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM

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Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM