Through Stung Eyes Poem by Cece Dev

Through Stung Eyes



The winds have died down,
no longer stinging at your eyes,
You've managed to keep yourself
away from the world that you've left behind.
Those tears froze
as soon as they hit your pale cheeks.
But through parched lips,
I manage to hear you speak,
and you ask me,
'is your heart as fierce and cold, as this wind? '

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on a VERY windy day when I couldn't keep the hair from my face!
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