Poem -
Glare
they were never quite as blue as she made them out to be ..
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 ..
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Comments
Not quite as blue, many shades of grey. Good writing Neville. BÂ
I've heard both good and bad about it but guess the proof of the pudding is in the eating .. yet I know for sure its the shading 6hat makes a whole lot of difference .. Bestest Regards B .. NevilleÂ
You really are a master at ambling curiously around the most deepest thoughts and emotions Nev... love your writes x
and I always smile when I notice you have visited, even before I open the page .. thanks for being so generous my friend .. x