Surmised Garden
How true and astounding was your soft laugh,
how smooth and flawlessly you beckoned,
but it was an edge of sword above our luck,
and it was a riddance, a death toll, that echoed.
Surmised garden ideally, shed rose blossoms,
so we attended all of this, a memory of glow,
because my feelings reached for your emotions,
and cried as my steepers in, allowed of the flow.
Frontal of heart, a crucifix, became a blunt cry,
of those stingers that once convinced us to abide,
in a sweet eternity, in stable skies and strive,
and it was a promise of a Nyx, our unguarded pride.
Bouquet of myrtle, you offered me, a rain's drops
a close exploded lightning became our symbol,
for ever after we molded words, our souls force,
and it was your dominion the clouds of your idol.
Dominion of altitudes in an immense of heights,
where we emit eternally, outside of any horde,
to love the alliteration of worlds never surmised,
and it was your smiling my soul's alone world.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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