Constance La France's Write Sixteen Beautiful Lines Contest...12 May 25...
' sometimes, tears hide behind the wail of pain...'by poet '
Somehow among the hidden leaves of time when quietude swerves on a lane, there is a throb of evening's breath panting inside those marble eyes that if I gaze long enough into darkness your iced look will blink, to open windows that are locked by hinges creating angst enmeshed. The distant screams paint your irises jutting out from a frame of hard lids buried deeply on frigid weeds--- and the night loses its elegance while your crystal tears invade the glow in the lamp of your eyes-- I understand how private this time is when you fade away...knowing not I am there. First Place
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