Amy Rose Peetz
Coffee At 2pm - Poem by Amy Rose Peetz
Her eyes were deep brown, as they sparkled yet cried,
I imagine the things that these eyes must have seen,
I wonder what's born of the sadness I see?
And ponder dark places such eyes must have been.
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