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Sally Blackburn Poem
Her Eyes
Her eyes bore the sorrow of a sadness she had known,
But her smile was bright for those who came her way.
That her heart had suffered, see she bore it all alone,
But her eyes this inner secret would betray.
Her eyes become misty as the tender memories stir,
Her lovely eyes are wounded with the pain,
Beautiful her starlet yet had fallen to the earth,
Like autumn leaves are crushed after the rain.
Copyright © Sally Blackburn | Year Posted 2011
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Sally Blackburn Poem
The Manic Depressive Cycle
I breathe into my lungs and soul,
The wind beneathe the bright blue sky.
My spirit stares into the sun,
And burns its passion on my mind.
Through unseen tears I watch myself,
Speak lines drawn from a comic play.
From dark warm depths I tear my heart,
And place it, bleeding, on your tray.
Copyright © Sally Blackburn | Year Posted 2011
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Sally Blackburn Poem
“Friend” is not Enough
If I could look into your eyes,
I’d see a sacred trust.
If I could place your hand in mine,
I’d feel a tender touch.
If I could catch your joyous smile,
And hold it in my heart.
I’d always have your laughter near,
As time takes us apart.
What do you call a kind of love,
That prays you live in peace?
That prays for joy to fill your heart,
That pain and sorrow cease.
Together we have no family ties,
What bond exists with us?
When I recall your name one day,
“Friend” is not enough.
Copyright © Sally Blackburn | Year Posted 2011
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