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Frame Of Crystal Eyes
Somehow among the hidden leaves of time
when quietude swerves on a lane,
there is a throb of evening's breath
panting inside those marble eyes
that if I gaze long enough into darkness
your iced look will blink,
to open windows that are locked
by hinges creating angst enmeshed.
The distant screams paint your irises
jutting out from a frame of hard lids
buried deeply on frigid weeds---
and the night loses its elegance
while your crystal tears invade the glow
in the lamp of your eyes-- I understand
how private this time is when you
fade away...knowing not I am there.
First Place
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Nette Onclaud
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