my eyes
are but unkempt windowpanes
dirty with age,
eroded by the rain
my eyes
are but a fractured telescope
but still they look on
for just a fraction of hope
my eyes
are but a painted picture
blurred with hazy hues,
colors of different mixtures
my eyes,
they now disappear
but still i cannot shed
a single tear
*****
for my dear eyes
for without you
i could never see
nor
could i ever be
-Montblanc
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Watercolor Dreams
Poetry"Dream for me, will you?" "No, I won't" ***** Amazing cover from: Me, myself January 8, 2016 #312 in Poetry January 13, 2016 #131 in Poetry January 16 ,2016 #113 in Poetry January 17, 2016 #89 i...
