Blue Sky Eyes, Now Clouded

The birds take off
flee
You are like nobody
I love you

The wind
plays with your blouse
You brush your hair from your cyan eyes
blue sky eyes
now clouded

The wind
The storm whirls dark leaves

Let me remember you
lest I find myself so unbearably alone
again

Published by

Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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