Veiled eyes
Shifting with the endless
Streams of morning
Leaning gently against
The cool glass
I encounter you
In silent reprise
Even as your eyes close
And the curtains around us flow
And our presence could be no more
Than a silent past
Nothing left,
But the morning glow.
My work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you...
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