HER EYES, BIG AND BRIGHT
She stands there in the morning light,
The sun shines bright, down from the sky.
She waits for me, there in the wind blown grass,
I watch her as silence surrounds our world.
Trust is no easy task as this beauty has been hurt
Before,
Her eyes, big and bright, I saddle her and ride in
The night.
Keith Garrett
Nice poem, well written and beautiful 👏
Thanks for reading.
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On Fri, Jul 16, 2021 at 6:45 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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