Florence, Early Evening 07 Monday Mar 2016 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment As the sun goes down, The lights come up, And each city block is illuminated, Mapped out, Like a jigsaw, Neatly, And expertly pieced together, By skilful master architects. © Text Caro Ness 2016 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...