In eyes of brown, the tearful stare,
Rolling down blush-reddened hillsides.
Gathers the warmth of summer there?
In the black of the brown, a lair
Wherein the spark and flint abides.
In eyes of brown, the tearful stare.
A sigh escapes from lips to air
From lungs where pungent passion hides.
Gathers the warmth of summer there?
In gloom, wonders one if he dare
Answer the question he sees glides
In eyes of brown, the tearful stare.
What, if without caution and care,
He sips deeply and thus imbibes?
Gathers the warmth of summer there?
It’s a music too strong to bear.
To its beat, his very soul rides.
In eyes of brown, the tearful stare,
Gathers the warmth of summer there.
2 comments:
Excellent write. Thank you!
beautiful and whimsical ....lovely thank you
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