Rome:
From Brooklyn we roamed
Like young lions descendents
We felt right at home
Pisa:
Things are looking up
A Pisa our family
Found reunited
Florence:
Old art and new art
In an old place new to me
See how old/new see
Venice:
Siren of water
Swept me through her blue canals
Sway with me she said
Milan:
Eyes and a turtle
Opened up my perspective
At the 12 train stop
A Word I Haven't Found Yet 