Morning light in Rome spilled across the stone, As narrow streets and fountains slowly woke. Camera in hand, we wandered out alone, Following stories every corner spoke. Through quiet alleys on our photo tour, Past scooters humming softly through the square, Each frame we took tried to capture something more— The golden light, the laughter in the air. Then towering high where ancient echoes roam, We stood before the mighty Colosseum , Its weathered walls like pages carved in stone, A place where centuries still seem to bloom. The sun climbed high, our footsteps growing slow, So we found a table on a lively street. Plates arrived with food that seemed to glow— Warm bread, rich pasta, something simple, sweet. As evening painted rooftops red and gold, Our cameras full, our feet a little sore, We carried home the memories we’d hold— A perfect day in Rome, and so much more. ✨📷🍝 -Axel, David, Thomas Pictures are coming- access has been rough
