Flames in her eyes
grows brighter and brighter
until you can no longer see it.
You feel such a great love
coming from these beams.
The glow fades, taking you with it.
In its place two small globes of
crystal sparks; then rolls back up
to the shape of hard stones;
later to become the tear drops
from the eyes once again.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI