Eyes First Meet
Out of the Mist
How could one forget
fog upon the mountain top...
eyes so blue so true.
Not a Word Spoken
This burden so shy
the need of lesson to love...
help communicate.
Into the Dawn
The sun yet to rise
the morning air unending...
ready to love you.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2011
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