A tranquil morning dawns in Venice so fine,
Where waterways flow like music through the night.
The sunlight dances on each canal line,
As gondoliers ready their craft for delightful flight.
Boarding a gondola with anticipation,
We set forth to explore this city aquatic;
Its bridges arched in architectural elation,
An elegant symphony built on water, dramatic.
The gondolier sings a lilting Italian tune,
A melody that echoes from ages past;
Our voyage unfolds like a golden moon,
As the canal’s embrace wears a charming mask.
Church spires touching the sky, palazzos grand,
Reflect in still waters like treasures revealed;
This city built on swampland, so enchantingly planned,
Venice, our jewel of the Adriatic, a vision so grand.
Gondola slides through these liquid streets so free,
Passing colorful houses lined up in rows;
Secretive stories and histories they keep,
In their whispered voices that echoes and flows.
Rialto Bridge standing tall with its arches,
A bustling market of fish and fruit;
Venetian ladies in lace and scarves,
Talk, laugh, and barter with their wicker purses to boot.
Café culture flourishes on banks,
Serving Prosecco and cicchetti bites;
Gathering friends for animated talks,
Amid the splendor of this vibrant sight.
As our gondola tour nears its end,
My heart swells with love for this city on water;
The Venice canal ride, a memory to lend,
To be treasured forever, never to falter.
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