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A Poem by mae

his eyes are brown.
a deep shade, very winsome.
to know is a talent 
but to wonder is a gift.
i don't actually remember the color of his eyes.

© 2024 mae


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And I do much more wondering than knowing, but I always look at eyes first when it comes to love.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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hello, my name is mae. I have been writing poetry for about 3 years now and am constantly looking for new ways to improve. friending works two ways. if I review your poems, I expect you to do the s.. more..