Andrea Vescovo Poems

Down drops the rain like tears from Heaven,
as He felt pity for His enemy.
down drop the tears like rain from Heaven,
down drop the tears for she has left me.
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The wind blows down the mountains and below,
a little valley shines in the last sun
provided by ever-graceful Evening,
the silken harbinger of quiet Night.
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I remember her sweet yet sticky scent.
During the darkest round of the night-clock,
my swollen eyes become a forecast,
foreshadowing damp, watery young hours.
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If your eyes were lakes then I'd be lost,
'cause darkness may be sad and may be lone
but yours is sweet and calm, and lulls me on
uncharted shores of lands I dream to explore.
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I have a cat
upon my lap
that meows
and blows
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There's a rock near Singapore,
between Sentosa and St John's,
on which an eastern maid appears
when the ill moon reaches its nook
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There was a girl who loved me well,
a being immune to grief and pride,
she dwelt beside the crystal gulf
where solemn Nokilalaki slides.
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I saw love trapped within a frame,
an harmless pair of curious eyes
spread wide like birds treading the sky,
still innocent on their first flight
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A compound lays asleep
among the drowsing suburbs.

The winds are rising.
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