Walls Have Eyes
Now I can see the sort of fool I am,
That let you walk away with no goodbyes.
So softly through your hair my fingers ran,
So deeply did I gaze into your eyes.
Now everywhere I look I see your face
And mourn again the loss of your embrace.
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2020
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