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Parade Drive

Poetry By: Giorgio
Poetry



And it was a choice we both consented,
one caress - your tips - tender on face,

A spiritual, sentimental poem


Submitted:Jul 29, 2012    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Parade Drive

It was when I waited for you - in gale;
among the clouds I returned to share,
the vented blue horizons of solar flare,
cause I had a choice to expand or fail.

And it was a choice we both consented,
one caress - your tips - tender on face,
when fates cared our threads to trace,
for you were my solitude ever extended.

as dusk descended gray upon the moors,
I saw you elevating - upstanding maiden,
a form of sacred above my dark burden,
in river Acheron and my pain that cures.

there were dances with forms diffused,
extended to aboves - expended to skies,
were my spirits - cared death to demise,
eligibly alive I was amid blooms bemused.

Wraiths of solitude and horizon's lines,
in paths exclusive, amid paeans I arrive,
with cellars of red shed to parade drive,
where life of eighteen, unfolded shines.

© Giorgio Veneto 07.29.2012, All Rights Reserved





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