How My Eyes Condemned By My Heart
In this solitude cold morning,
I see you in stripe.
With umbrella atop your head
And a pocketful of your hand,
You walk gracefully with filmed legs.
My two eyes were deep and mumble
My skin was warm against the cold wind.
Then, you're nearing towards me
I just look to the horizon
When you smile.
Time, you're passing by
I just close my eyes and imagine,
That my eyes condemned by my heart.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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