"Why was I not made of stone, like thee?" ---The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Before I awoke with a smile
on my silly Quasimodo mouth,
I had a dream about Esmeralda.
The gypsy girl was eating barbecue
with her fingers all red and delicious
with her body all soft and delightful.
This is our cathedral but it isn’t Notre Dame.
There are no raucous bells here on the mountain,
only a squirrel slowly eating seeds in the silent dusk.
There is such peace here, far away from the angry village,
peace and impossible passion like a soundtrack, played
softly behind Esmeralda’s playful, dancing eyes.
Before I awoke with a smile
on my silly Quasimodo mouth,
I had a dream about Esmeralda.
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and isn't Esmeralda as beautiful as the smile....
Esmeralda is as beautiful as a waterfall in the woods in the morning.... Here comes that Quasimodo smile again.
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