-Nicole
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I want to
read the
books

buried behind your
wishing well
eyes,

spin golden embraces
from your
hair,

distill saturated scents
from your
skin,

and follow the
perfumed trail
back

to the garden
of your
birth.

I drop countless
penny glances
into

your wishing wells,
hoping for
echoes,

straining to hear
a sweet
song

composed for me
from your
soul.

Dear stranger, unlock
yourself for
me;

I would gently
hold your
mystery

hidden from heartless,
scorning, common
eyes

in a velvet
heart-shaped
box.

Written 6/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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NOTE: For this poem, I have no problem if anyone wishes to take and use it. All I ask is that you let me know and state that I am the author. See my contact info for more details.

-Nicole
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You who made
us laugh,
friend –

we salute you:
class clown,
risky

and unafraid. George,
we send
you

to the hereafter
with heartfelt
thanks

for making us
laugh – and
think.

Written 6/23/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson.

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