The Language of Thine Eyes
Two dazzling balls which speaks with art
A glimpse of deep pains from thine heart
It shines the gloom as dimming moon
And take a weight of million tons.
But lo my friend the time will pass
And all your burdens will be in trash.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2017
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