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Anthony Nicolo Poem
The road I travel,
melts beneath me.
And the day approached
with curiosity.
For her smile aroused,
all of my suspicions.
And only nature,
could challenge her beauty.
And she smiled at me.
At me she smiled.
A biting introduction.
A choking feeling.
What to do,
blinded as I was.
So I returned the gesture,
thirsty, yet somehow quenched.
And on that day,
her smile became a scent.
A smell I inherited.
A biting introduction.
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Anthony Nicolo Poem
Man is never called beautiful.
But by peeling the bandage,
one illuminates the wound,
that rarely bleeds.
He wanders thru life
with feelings not well cultivated.
Seemingly, in a controlled panic
to make the moment agreeable.
But when he rises from the bubbling pool,
reversible expectations begin to bloom.
Hardy gentleness sprout,
only to swallow heart and soul.
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Anthony Nicolo Poem
Camouflaged, in life's musical arrangement,
lies a melange of harmonies sounds.
Those, of a daydreaming waltz.
Others, with the vitality of a tango.
And when this symphony plays,
and its melodies espoused.
With each sound that resonates.
Will our paths become more illuminated.
Then will we not just walk with boredom,
but dance with all our spirit.
Nor will we just hum a low tune,
but sing loud a vibrant song.
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Anthony Nicolo Poem
Beauty is the beast.
Wondrous its aroma, that leaves the senses numb.
Its desires indecent, its sadness delicious.
In the eyes of your love.
When in your presence, I am lost.
Your delicacy undulating my core,
lubricating oneself, swallowing the heart and mind.
In the eyes of your love.
But when love escapes you,
foreboding are the feelings, left the emptiness.
Symphony of misery, frightens the air.
In the eyes of your love.
Copyright © Anthony Nicolo | Year Posted 2008
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