Her Eyes
Her eyes looking deep through darkness past
Beyond the curtain of sorrow's cast,
The pain of wounds sharply cut,
Sees the life and gave hope to a soul stuck
A man lost in dispair,
and shrouded in failures smoke
Chocked, gasping for breath,
Taking the last kick of a dying horse.
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