Mine eyes betray eternity
and cannot grasp in kind-
The gestures brought by gentle souls
as generations die.
Mine eyes abandon spirits of
the tender deeds of few
Immortal things that can't be seen-
Persist as morning dew
Mine eyes are blind to legacies
of smiles that warm and care
Though kindness comes and goes at whim-
It's ghost will still be there
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Poetry Camp - February 2023
PoesiaFebruary, the month of Love has to have a special Poetry Camp. We will share the love of poetry with fellow poets from around the world.... 7 Days. 7 different prompts. Each prompt will be a new experience and hopefully an enjoyable one.
