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Poetry By: air

Tags: Eyes

a freind of mine sent me a picture of her mom and brother who have been gone now for over 20 years. the emotions from long ago mixed with the sentimental time memories; i won't go into detail about....but I hope you can relate some how none the less...peace and light....katie

Submitted:Feb 9, 2008    Reads: 265    Comments: 13    Likes: 9   


There were those eyes

and I was drawn into�a pool so deep

I was consumed by them!


I�came to identify with a past

so long ago,

or was it yesterday?

It's hard to�know.


But oh so strong was the pull

and yet soft, and gentle,

though yearning at the same time.

They yearned for something

they could not find.


And that something draws the eyes

like the eyes draw you!

But, the eyes never know

what it is that draws them.

and neither do you*


These eyes are pressed

on finding strength

�through the drama of life

and the ever changing stage.


The eyes,

they do not understand the world

nor does the world understand them.

they turn empty with lost hope

but the passion endures!*

And the eyes remain the keepers

of those they love!



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