The Green In Anna's Eyes
Winter never looks cloudy and gloomy
when I recall spring meadows
as green as Anna's happy eyes;
days could have no sun in gelid January,
nights could have no tremulous stars,
and yet her gazes imparted many joys.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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