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Green Windows
by Tota LongmireLots of people see me,
Many hear my words
And see my actions.
Not all of them can read
What I'm saying behind it all.
So few of them see
The messages in my eyes.
Warnings, lies, sadness,
Emotions rarely shown.
I can control my face,
Guide my body's muscles.
Make them act for me.
What happens behind
These eyes of mine,
They show what is real.
These green windows.
Peek inside and see my soul. 01/28/2005 Posted on 01/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Tota Longmire
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/28/11 at 04:58 PM The last line was my favorite; nicely done and congrats on poem of the day! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/28/11 at 09:59 PM A wonderful read. I koved the tone and yes, the eyes are the window into your soul Niceky done. Great choice for POTD! |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/29/11 at 01:50 AM Absolutely wonderful, I constantly refer to eyes as windows. Congrats on POTD. |
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