Eyes of Tearful Blue
The faces of time,
show the wear of life.
The ecstatic joy,
and the constant strife.
The eyes and their look,
stories they would tell.
In silence they stare,
from their private hell.
Haunting memories
follow where you roam.
If you settle down,
make themselves at home.
The falling of rain,
the sun shining through.
A world seen with,
eyes of tearful blue.
date:7/20/21
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2021
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