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by: Albrando Lucino


If your eyes could sing, it would be more refined than Carlisle Floyd's Cold Sassy Tree
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I seek thy invocation
I seek thy intervention
Dear Holy Child
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By: Albrando Lucino
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RUSTICO: Balak for my Grandfather.


A Reflection on My grandfather.
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The streets of chicago
are settled by raindrops in this spring

Each sound surrounded by trumpets
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There in the island of fair sun I met her
a girl named Stacy from lands distant to my own
a girl who hails from eloquence and sublime beauty
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As I stand by the door I see you
your body moving to call me
the sight of your flawless movement
touches my soul and calls me
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Gi suwat ni: Albrando Lorenzo Lucino Jr.

Asa naman diay ka ron
Ka ingon diay ka nga nakalimot ko kanimo
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The young physician toils in attempt to find the right diagnosis
For there is much delight in knowing the patient’s burdens can be healed

The quest to find the cause of illness is sublime and a beauty of the divine
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By: Albrando Lucino


The coming of cooler days brings my eyes to blink
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So there i sit in the family room couch,
flanked by two dark cherubims; Kaiser and Maxine,
Affection within, catering to love, kindness and repose
Lay the two sleeping.
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It shall be planted
before my sights

With renewed vigor
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Albrando Lucino Biography

A student, a lover, a friend, a writer, a poet.)

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If Your Eyes Could Sing

by: Albrando Lucino


If your eyes could sing, it would be more refined than Carlisle Floyd's Cold Sassy Tree
There is such warmth,
There is such strength,
There is such repose,
There is such captivating,
In your bright brown eyes.


If your lips could paint the colors in the canvas, it would be more soothing to my eyes than any work of Van Gogh
Your lips whisper soft assurances,
Your lips' kiss land so gently on mine,
Your lips speak with such reservation,
Your lips never fail to utter the truth when seemingly unpopular,
That i am reduced to nakedness before, the breastplate amour that once presided me, is torn asunder, darling.

Ever much to long to kiss you again,
To hold you again in my arms,
That soft that eloquent brown eyes - oh piercer of my soul!
Let me kiss you again...my darling.

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