Beautiful coast of Italy full of colourful houses, washed by the sea and sun. Life is all around children play, on small tied up fishing boats on the shore, mother's hang out washing catching up with all the news from neighbors.
Fishermen sit and repair nets, the scent of cooking fills the air and I drift away soaking up the beauty of a perfect day.
Michael Cochrane ©
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I would like to translate this poem
this poem makes me yearn for Malta Bravo!