These Eyes... Poem by DM W

These Eyes...



These eyes have observed
The strained heart of solitude.
A wild wind still blows
Across the deserts of Time.
It whips up dense clouds
Of bone- dry dust, as silence
Grows darker, within
One's weary & fractured soul.

Sunday, May 23, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,silence,solitude
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