Stanzas Written in Dejection in Venice : Soul's Solace in Venice's Street

In Venice's streets, I roam in dejection,
My pen in hand, and paper by my side,
Words seem to escape me, a muse in flight,
The sea's serenade lost on the night,
Each note a memory, each chord a sigh,
As I wander, the city's beauty in sight.

Canals, their waters still, reflect the light,
A starry sky, like jewels in reflection,
Venetian masks, their smiles but a sigh,
For joy is fleeting, a moment by my side,
Like the tide, it ebbs and flows, day to night,
Leaving only a trace, a fleeting sight.

The gondolas glide, like swans in flight,
Their songs a melody, to soothe my dejection,
The water's gentle lullaby, soothing the night,
My soul yearning for a moment of reflection,
As the city's beauty offers solace by my side,
And I write stanzas, my pen but a sigh.

For in Venice, I find beauty in the sigh,
As the city's magic takes me on a flight,
To a world of wonder, where sadness is by my side,
And inspiration comes from my dejection,
And I find myself lost in deep reflection,
As I write my stanzas, through the night.

In this city of masks, I find delight,
As I walk the streets, my heart taking flight,
And I pour my soul onto the paper in reflection,
The beauty of Venice, a balm to my dejection,
And the stanzas I write, a release of my sigh,
Each word a memory, each line by my side.

The moon rises high, casting its reflection,
On the still waters of the Venetian night,
Its gentle light, a source of my inspiration,
As I write stanzas, my pen taking flight,
Each line a reflection of my soul's dejection,
Each word a balm, for the pain in my sigh.

In Venice's alleys, I find hidden beauty,
In the shadows and the silence of the night,
A world of secrets, a source of reflection,
As I write stanzas, my pen taking flight,
My heart open, my soul free of dejection,
Each word a whisper, a soft-spoken sigh.

The city's history, a source of my inspiration,
As I wander its streets, lost in deep reflection,
The ghosts of Venice, always by my side,
Haunting me with their stories, long into the night,
And I write stanzas, my pen in flight,
Each word a tribute, to their beauty and dejection.

For in Venice, I find beauty in my dejection,
A city of contrasts, of light and shadow,
And I write stanzas, my pen taking flight,
Each word a reflection, of my heart's delight,
And though I may sigh, in the stillness of the night,
I find solace, in the beauty of my inspiration.

And so, I write stanzas, through the long Venetian night,
Each word a reflection, of my soul's dejection,
And yet, in their beauty, I find my inspiration,
For in Venice, even in my darkest hour, I find delight,
And though I may sigh, my pen takes flight,
As I find solace, in the stanzas I write.


























The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you