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Taormina Sunset
When sun on Taormina sinks
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will chill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The boundless vista slowly shrinks
With twilight tints at nighttide's will
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
And, all at sea, the ocean drinks
The gentle rain from off the hill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The solar sage above re-thinks
And yields a sundown-coloured spill
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
The light of dawn here interlinks
With dark of dusk, the day to kill,
When sun on Taormina sinks
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will chill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The boundless vista slowly shrinks
With twilight tints at nighttide's will
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
And, all at sea, the ocean drinks
The gentle rain from off the hill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The solar sage above re-thinks
And yields a sundown-coloured spill
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
The light of dawn here interlinks
With dark of dusk, the day to kill,
When sun on Taormina sinks
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Published 23rd Feb 2022
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23rd Feb 2022 9:02pm
23rd Feb 2022 9:32pm
Yes, SO. This is my tribute to the beautiful and historic Taormina and Sicily. Etna grumbles from time to time but you can't have everything. I chose a villanelle (or villanesque if you are Italian) as it seemed the most appropriate. This is a 19th. century style piece with 8 syllables per line. I hope that you enjoyed it though - you don;t say. Kind regards, Alan
