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:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...