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eyes closed
by Andrew S Adamsthe ground is crying
as it soaks up the blood from the sky.
hope is ellusive,
these actions too intrusive-
but i can spy a hope in your eyes.
all the scars left on a blanket above
(mind you, there are too many to count)
will heal and you will soon know
that things arent turning-
and constant motion can hide
an awful lot.
soon though, things will stop spinning
and you'll notice there was nothing to hide
nothing to fear.
i can spy a hope-
a twisted nature of such.
like the eyes you close when you sleep-
when you open them, things will be better. 04/12/2003 Author's Note: for cymbre;
Posted on 04/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 04/13/03 at 05:18 AM My thanks..for writing this and for making me feel better. I adore it. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/14/03 at 01:09 PM This is a well crafted verse with a soft tone and smooth texture. Good stuff, Andrew.
Peace... |
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