Sepia Skin

Sepia Skin

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

Sepia skin

The taste of foreign summers

Long past in sunsets of

Vignetted splendor.

You stare at me with eyes

I don’t quite know,

Eyes I’ve watched for years.

They burn me from their

Golden settings.

 

And when you cry

Your tears are golden too.

© 2011 Cassidy Mask


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-_- didn't show my lovely gushy review. Be assured that I gushed. Love this poem.

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Added on April 27, 2011
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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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