The joy of children
There’s no greater innocence
In this savage world
Our responsibility
To protect their purity
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sorrow fills my heart
These tears with anger replaced
I can cry no more
As sadness succumbs to rage
Hoping to exact revenge
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A balmy wind blows
Like a lovers gentle breath
On skin warm and moist
Greeting eminent summer
As a returning hero
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Love can be painful
Like a barbed wire wrapped heart
Bleeding and broken
Challenging love’s commitment
To withstand human weakness
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn breaks black to blue
Stars fight the coming sunrise
A death match of sorts
Anxiety of night wanes
Relinquishing to the day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Frequently I drift
Into my minds dark corners
Deep…hidden away
Where others cannot find me
Here I shield my hopes and dreams
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look into the past
To see what your future holds
Living in pictures
You are one of your parents
This is inevitable
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
*Authors Note: I wrote this one not to necessarily imply that one’s personality is the same as one of your parents, but that your physical appearance, hand motions and/or speech patterns are likely to resemble those of at least one of your parents. My wife told me the other day how much I stand, sit, motion with my hands (I’m Italian so that is inevitable) and how some of my physical traits are exactly like those of my father. Sometimes I can even see it myself. As I get older, these traits seem to become more exaggerated Since I only see my parents about once per year, I guess it must be in our DNA. It is likely that if you think about this you can see some of these things in yourselves. Its just something that I found both humorous and fascinating.
Your love calls my name
Soft and sweet like babies breath
All wrong dissipates
Euphoria takes over
Filled with the essence of you
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spring floats on warm breeze
Golden rays bronze winters pale
Reincarnation
Rebirth of blossoming soul
Natures call awakening
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Emotions naked
Crumpled like dirty laundry
Piled on the floor
Waiting to be gathered up
Washed, folded and put away
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~