An unheard look
I listen through my watery eyes
without sound or syllable
I harken with an open state
drawing your fervent glance
Do not look away break eye contact
a malable conclusion is sought
For there we guard our precious
hearts,
When we listen with our watery eyes.
Copyright © Ida Nitsche | Year Posted 2025
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