When I Was Looking Through the Glass That Day
When I was looking through the glass that day,
the morning sun was shining through the trees,
the way you looked all still as water, lay
the book aside and swim and taunt my eyes.
The rivers streaming down your skin and glance
my way a moment, just a moment sold,
and I always will be the one to dance
my gaze along you, till I'm grey and old.
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Jake A. | Year Posted 2017
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