They were not blue
His eyes were like a sunflower
A speckled seed middle
With a light shimmer around the edges
That then exploded into lush color
Little bits of green petals
Intertwined
The muddy, deep brown swirls that Engulfed all that looked into them
And with eyes that
He could take
Anything
And the irony was
He was looking into mine
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
