Inside My Eyes
A Poets eyes are small windows that don't hide...
Easily seeing out but a blur to see what's inside...
The view from a distance might be one of dispair...
Yet behind those shades sits a dreamer that is rare...
The walls on the outside are splashed with lovely colors...
While the inside has tangled words and see through covers...
With transparent letters that twist into concrete phrases...
They are now free to stand alone and above a poetic haze...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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