Sinners and saints,
know this place
Renaissance streets,
paved with mistakes
From domes and spires,
peering angels
See old men’s souls,
and scold the young
Sunset soaked tiles,
hold our secrets
Of time gone by
to this moment
None are immune,
yet can be saved
God’s forgiveness
or lessons learned
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Photo: Florence, Italy, c.b.w. 2005
Words: c.b.w. 2014
C.B. Wentworth 