Her Eyes
Her Eyes
Her eyes bore the sorrow of a sadness she had known,
But her smile was bright for those who came her way.
That her heart had suffered, see she bore it all alone,
But her eyes this inner secret would betray.
Her eyes become misty as the tender memories stir,
Her lovely eyes are wounded with the pain,
Beautiful her starlet yet had fallen to the earth,
Like autumn leaves are crushed after the rain.
Copyright © Sally Blackburn | Year Posted 2011
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