Stefano Francavilla

Nothing Really Matters. - Poem by Stefano Francavilla

Carefully she turned over,
looked at me straight,
the way she only does,
thrills at this point over me,
a blend of exitement, fear,
enable to talk, just waiting
and wondering
what could have happened next.
Silence around, as everybody
and everything suddenly stopped
their course, waiting
and wondering
what could have happened next.
Her shadow
getting closer to mine,
is all i can see now,
not strong enough to stand
those deep jewels in front of me.
Getting warmer. And warmer.
Flames that seemed to burn
me inside, all of a sudden became
an armonious and trustfull caress,
no fear of waiting,
and no fear of wondering,
´cause did not really matter
what could have happened next.

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  • (3/8/2007 2:41:00 AM)

    Very good poem.. I'm deeply impressed... Its simple yet tells everything about the moment... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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