There are some tears that are never shed Like an unspoken agony that is never revealed But eyes can't conceal torment of the Soul So they walk downcast so no one will know
Yes, eyes our the mirror to the soul and looking down, keeping them veiled with our lashes, keep others from seeing what is there, yes I full understand. Another, not simple, well done and well crafted poem.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..