By: Krysta Workman
Invison your glow amongst the clouds
The deep gray color of the sky
It swirls around to form the picture
Of your deep gray eyes,
A breeze that surpasses,
Its cold in temperature
But somehow sincere
A whirlwind embraces
A quality with intentions unclear
I love to count the stars at night
Putting thought to which one is you
I always end up assuming
Your the brightest one to shine through.
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The Impact of Your Memory
PoetryMy oldest brother was killed in Iraq at the age of 19, this short poem is something I wrote as a description for his memory.
