Weekend Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Weekend

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Friday night arrives, tired,
my eyes inside your head. A
tear drops. You’re reluctant to wipe my eyes better.
Now Saturday morning arrives, tired,
my eyes still crying inside your head.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes
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