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my experience in front of the botticelli's famous painting |
| I stood there watching your birth In a foreign land, Italian whirling Around my ears, English in my mind. In a red cloak lined with pink delicate roses You are nearing land by the winds Grace prepared for, your new life. Love deep within your hazel eyes Toes almost touching, baptism by water You stand in your shell, waiting the new day. I stood there watching your birth In a foreign land, Italian whirling Watching young Margherita, come into my life. |