The Canal
We whiled away our hours and days in San Marco, secluded as we were in our quaint room overlooking the Grand Canal.
Our spoken hopes and dreams lingered mid-air, as lovers floated past, their gondolas slipping quietly through the waters below.
Echoes of the past inspired us to write pages of our own story, new memories etched on mental scrapbooks.
Our spoken hopes and dreams lingered mid-air, as lovers floated past, their gondolas slipping quietly through the waters below.
Echoes of the past inspired us to write pages of our own story, new memories etched on mental scrapbooks.
