HopeA Poem by Stefano IaniroA broken promise, with a gleam of hope. She’ll write a letter in a cloud of smoke. Directed to you, a tear for each stroke. Alone she will sit, with no chance to cope. I, a man with hope, will someday hold her. For a taste of love; no wish for power. To conquer the bad, that haunts her hours. Will save a brittle soul from turning sour. You took her for less; in time will lose more. What one may embrace, you’ve labeled a chore. Her eyes a home with a sparkling decor. I’ve never yet met this beauty before. It’s hope that carries me to her front door. © 2011 Stefano IaniroReviews
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AuthorStefano IaniroMontreal, CanadaAboutI'm Stefano, 19, Montreal. I love writing, talking, photography, filming, music and on and on it goes. I find dreams far superior than modern day reality. Follow me on Twitter at: @StefanoIaniro more..Writing
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