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Lorenzo Migliara Poem
Here lies a watchmaker
He’s met an untimely end.
The hands of time took their toll,
Though his achievements were quite minute,
He was first to spring at any challenge,
and in his final hour; he prayed for god to watch over him.
Copyright © Lorenzo Migliara | Year Posted 2016
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Lorenzo Migliara Poem
Derived from heaven, a gift from god,
August waters, clear as the sky.
Such stately beauty, worthy of laud.
The sand soft as clouds, from way up high.
Few years back, we took a sojourn.
Vast and grand the islands stood reticent,
Like statues and mountains, holding prowess.
Infatuated, I had no concern.
After a week our time there was decent,
The islands gifts still seemed boundless.
Though knowing all things must meet their end,
I forced a goodbye to this new friend.
Copyright © Lorenzo Migliara | Year Posted 2016
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