Drownéd Eyes by Amanda J CobbHe looks at her with drownéd eyes, faced with the sharp reality of her arid gaze, and stands silent, accusing, hurt, bitter in his sorrow. Though her heart pities him, her desert eyes are still and his look fails to move her. Yet her face speaks volumes, can't he hear?
Did you honestly expect tears from me? her dry eyes ask in gentle reproach. You, who knew me best, who saw the floods and the torrents drown the flame - you should know better. Remember, whisper those sapless orbs, remember... these wells have long run dry. 11/29/2001 Posted on 09/19/2002 Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
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