Eyes Behind The Poem
Ink bleeds whispers, secrets kept,
A story on paper, unslept.
Words like windows, veiled, and thin,
Reflecting a soul held within.
Eyes, unseen, guide every line,
A silent observer, entwined.
Their gaze shapes the moonlit tide,
Emotions in verses confide.
They watch as the reader takes hold,
A story unfolds, to be told.
Springs from the fresh eyes behind the poem
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2024
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