Epitaph of An Enchantress
Thine eyes keep me awake
In thine forest I found thy lake
Free birds playing with gay
Chirping upon thy nest's hay
Thine eyes let me see through
A gem crystallized in wonders
Animals gaze at a wake through
Thy name blossoms with ponders
Vibrant rivers wave along
In thine bed where title rests
Winds move along
As sweet scents linger and zests
Thine eyes will triumph and seet
Over storms, floods and turmoils
Grounds will shake at my feet
But thine eyes never despoils
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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