Poems
Sunday, 30 September 2012
The Grey Lakes
Your eyes are like
A rainy day
Smooth mirrored lakes of
Greys reflected on greys
Your hands hardly tremble,
But your eyes
Thunderstorm, thaw, and
Bloom into
Laughing springs
Each day.
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