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Author: Michael Angelo
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Naturaleza’s Secret
Women are beautiful,
and abundant as flowers.The intellect
does not strain to recognize
lyrical contours of face and figure,
nor is it an effort
for it to note softly blushing skin
and flashes of vibrant hair.Nature does not make itself unknown.
But then
there is the sudden lightning
of the one woman.
She, the culminated genesis
of perfect thought, mannerism, and form.Within an instant
your senses become a stuttering
utterly overwhelmed awe.You have discovered Nature’s trove
veiled in obvious sunrises, mountains, and stars.The secret blossomed in the garden.
And this is when you fallin love.
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Watering Hole
Sparrows drinking water cooled by night hours and shining with gasoline runoff. A pothole gathering for the tired merry, grateful to have found a potion to ease the aching of their flappings. How sweet and small, ticklish with purity, are these sparrows lapping, humble and guttural with desperation. Cars blaring, dispersing these delicate aspirations, but they soon again flock to round the jagged crater. Such attracting vibrancy, this rainbow runoff of death.
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Modernity
In the lounge room, hanging, was an air of bitterness and exhaustion. Long hours and unsatisfied desires pressed heavily against the workers’ hearts. A pool table with scattered billiard balls was a dusty corpse in the center of the room. Phones—only phones hummed. There were no voices.
But, it seemed, the electronic buzz was enough to pull the sleepers out of their shells. A joke, then a gesture towards the bright black monolith on the table. A faint smile. This was enough, to get them through the day. This was enough.