Your eyes are dead black
like marbles. I understand.
You are leaving me.
Love darkened those eyes,
your face as a stone. Ugly.
The coldness does hurt.
Inspired by
(4)
I saw something in
your eyes come alive—
flicker like a flame.(5)
Love opened her eyes,
saw the frost upon the leaves…A sequel to more haiku
About the author
MRay
Traveling the Southwest
Former journalist, real estate broker. Currently a bum traveling around the country trying to avoid bad weather.
Published on November 18, 2007.
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