The Weight of A Stare
These eyes remain a muted screen I’ll draw against the tender trap The cold is meant to vanish fast At speed the length of your slight gaze Hungry for a moment for which There is no certainty nor name These eyes that know not what it yearns Or why it looks or where it came
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Whenever I have the time, I come here to engage in poetic prayers =)) "Never forget the three powerful resources you always have available to you: love, prayer, and forgiveness.” H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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