BEHIND THE BLIND
The metronomic tick-tock
of your high heels on the pavement
makes me draw back my curtain
to search the rain-slicked night street,
but you’re already past
the kingdom of my sight…
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I think your art is wonderful and I am enjoying viewing and reading the poems! Thank you for expressing your inner vissions and emotions so beautifully!
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