Whenever a person hurts his eyes unite with his suffering to observe carefully the dropped and scattered pain that was obliged to be seen drawn opened and the source of broken reason to live.
The Gaze
With his smile, he re-arranged everything that was once lost, forgotten and abandoned inside me. I just didn't notice it. I was looking deep into his eyes.
Taciturnity
His eyes spoke to me and piled on volumes and volumes of poems about an open field of sky and chaffed grain on the doorstep. I asked him questions about his life and never heard the answers because the clouds in his eyes paraded his pain, his longing, his joy, and his fire. They never... Continue Reading →
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