Itty Bitty Eyes
When moistened eyes of stone turn gray
two marbles float as mirrors blur,
like brittle glass, dreams gone astray
when moistened eyes of stone turns gray.
Through mist awash with night’s delay
she breaks into a deep surrender.
When moistened eyes of stone turn gray.
two marbles float as mirrors blur.
Third and Final Itty Bitty Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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