GlareA Poem by NevilleI doubt they will ever be as blue as she makes out them to be 🤍Glare Because it now hurts so much to see .. He no longer fears going blind .. But nevertheless, he still remembers to this very day the moment his whisky sour turned bitter sweet, under the glare of her baby blue eyes .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on September 16, 2024 Last Updated on November 15, 2024 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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