As I stand here watching, the whole world slows in it's rotation. She jumps in the air, her hair shimmering. As it whips up and down, particles of pure gold ascend from within it's strands, delivering the Sun its luminous rays.
These weathered eyes have never seen anything more beautiful.
-D.O.
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Through Weathered Eyes
PoetryThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
