Morgan Corthell Poet I do not know?

Pale Blue Eyes

Waves crash against the shore
An old eagle cries.
Withered petals fall to the floor.
A soft wind blows and the Angel opens her eyes,
Her pale blue colored eyes.
They present the sun
The glory we have to hide.
Tears drip from down the hall,
A life that never got to live.
The Angel closes her eyes,
Those pale blue colored eyes.
Shadows in the breeze,
Love in the rain.
Waves crash against the shore
An old eagle dies.

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Ayesha Karim May 31, 2014 at 1:39 AM This poem is really good. The imagery you use in the poem is different. I mean in a good way.

Casarah Nance May 30, 2014 at 9:20 PM I like the image, pale blue colored eyes. a soft dance of life and death.