Her Eyes

A poem I wrote about a woman.

She is a woman.
A beautiful woman,
full of life,
she has a wild spirit
of love.
She dances like the waves,
so delicately
and gracefully.
She walks like the wind,
so lightly.
She smiles
like a child,
so innocently.
But her eyes,
they’re tired,
full of sadness,
full of pain.
Makes one wonder:
who is she?
where does she come from?
But she only makes one wonder,
not others,
for they’re all blind,
they understand nothing
about the truth of the eyes.

Her eyes…
so dark,
wild,
vehemet,
and violent.
Her eyes,
they scream with anguish
and grief.

Yet…
her voice is so serene
and lucid.
She sings with the wind,
and smiles with sun.
She embraces nature,
and dances with the waves.

She lives.

^10/12/2012

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