11/30/16
"Windows into the soul", they call them.
Some are wide and full of wonder. Dialated to take in everything they see.
Some are wise and old. Teaching with the blink of an eye, the wonders to those who haven't seen.
Some are tired with darkness underneath. With pain and struggle and suffering, ready to give up.
Some are bright and sparkling. Everything is perfect and they cannot get enough.
Some are bold and confident. They look you straight in the eye, with a thousand mile glance.
Some are turned up, a tear going down. They beg you to help them, all they want is a chance.
YOU ARE READING
Where My Eyes Wander
PoetryThis is my new cover of my poetry, starting with my signature Tweeting Bird. These would have ranged from two years ago to today. You will be able to see my progress as you read. Thanks for reading my work!
