Eye is window to the soul. We can experience many things looking into ones' eyes.
Your eyes are a resting place for the lost, A light in the dark of night, A safe haven for the wounded, A reminder of universal love, An incubator of smiles. Your eyes are a remedy for my ailment.
My field-of-view had me straining to read your beautifull short poem in its original form. So all it gave me was eyestrain. And then, I scroll down and found that you had solved the problem for us! My bad.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
as always inspiration is at the forefront
never stop writing
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