Keep out them eyes.
Something always to take
doves for a walk.
The days swollen and the grounds
and the skies repeating itself back
to itself
They say to keep out them eyes.
Those birds eye views were a
sanctuary for old Issac and the law
of keeping out was the weight of their emergence.
The chirping song of clipped wings
could fairly enough forget to say again;
keep out those eyes.
The time it took to find a sound
that suggested keeping out.
The idea came naturally if you knew only
what you were told not to.
Our eyes opened the widest to those why's
and how wise. Like how high do the
mountains run and shiver when cold.
Do they watch the safe somethings
that kept quiet to them eyes?
I never dare speak more soundly to
the mystery of those eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.... Stay blessed.. Naila