Rosee`when turns a Corleone to a song...

And then
Came
A song...
rosee...
turning post carnage
A corleone
Improper,
Only hit
On the street-
To a song-
Of Love...

Like once
He in him evoked
Like a Jew
A drop of a dew
A Muslim...
A Hindu...
A White Holy Chapel dress...

And
he
A small
non
Corleone
Turned
A song...
Of all
Overt...
Expressed
The never
Expressed...

A song
Italian sonata like
Spreading
Across a sea shone
By the Sun,
A rosee`
Kind
Of a French wine...
Too...
And
Also somewhat Greek
A birth of a lamb like-meek...
Yet-
White
Vibrant
Non speculative...
Straight
Like a passage
To Light...