Rome

Oh The Streets of Rome were covered in snow
The Snowflakes the size of frying pans
The Vatican's doors tight shut
Ancient agony I smelt everywhere
You could almost think you're seeing double
on a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Icy winds & piles of snow covered the waters
Oh you fountains so fair,
Dolphins & Neptune .bodies of Gods
The Cloaks of Machiavellain Ghosts
Disappear round corners of peeling stucco
Oh the glory that still is Rome.
I shall return I tell myself
I shall return.