the sunset evening breeze...a bridge...

'where have you been?'
Francesco asked the breeze...
finding her coming to him
on a sunset evening...
a picturesque one...
between two towers long
captured in a frame...
the California sky...

'been to Port Alba...'
she whispered...

'Really?'
Francesco's eyes had eagerness...

'Seen her?'
was his next query
quite naturally...

'yes...
it was already night there...
and she had slept off...
but seen her face
with dreams draped...'
the breeze replied...smiling...

'sicuramente?'
Francesco asked for a confirmation,

'si...'
the breeze reverted,

'well...
now i can sleep off too...'
Francesco heaved relief...

'you are such a...'
the breeze stopped talking midway...
'fool?'
Francesco asked...
smiling...

'No...
faithful...'
the breeze sighed...

the california sky...
was really a picturesque one...
caught in a golden frame...

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