That Look That Rest On Your Collar Bones
That look
of yours
that wearily
slides down
from the corners
of your eyes
that come to
rest on your collar bones
How I wish
I could
take the
sadness away
wipe out those years
smooth out the
hardship I see awake under it all
what lays
there
in your dark circles
I know
I have walked under life too
and it
keeps pouring
upon us
like tears.
© Gry W Christensen
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