I Can See Wisps of Mists
in the pupil of her eye
don't know if its lost or trapped
not sure if anything has moved
around her
hold a fleck in emerald moat
to stop from drowning
Jack seriously move over
Tyrannically Titan
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maybe the wisps are dancing
maybe they are praising her
like that glint
of light
that refuses
to leave
holding on with tendril
fingertips
this poem never left her eyes
like me.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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