Vinci left blank


I left with whine,
Clouds over-glowing shine.
‘Tuscan chap, Do you know?
What you smudged,
As timid ants dangled over.
Stop this aimless toil.’
Monarch at Milan laughed boisterously,
This gleaming peasantry.

I pondered with winning smile.
Pitious reproach over their ignorance,
Over their loss of vision,lose grip.
Almigty you seen,
‘My one breath equals centuries.’

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