Lorenzo Giardano
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PrimrosesA Poem by Lorenzo GiardanoI sit here, at the edge of the fountain,wading my fingers into the pool.surrounding me, are the bright colors,of the only things that are not cruel.Th.. |
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LightA Poem by Lorenzo GiardanoI hear thecrinklingof fallen leaves,and wind, flowing through the branches.The light, fading as dusk draws near,and the shadows, growing stronger.The .. |
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The Girl in the Black JacketA Poem by Lorenzo GiardanoStanding atop a snow covered hilla girl, silent, pale, and stilland no expression on her faceShe did not move, nor did she speakshe only stood, small .. |
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The TreeA Poem by Lorenzo GiardanoA poem, about a tree. Enjoy. |
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