Eyes by Danka Todorova-translated by Ann Wood

They are never the same.
They dream in blue and green.
They know the truth.
They leave alone - sometimes.
The eyes are never the same.



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Written on 2017-06-08 at 23:14

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Ken
2017-06-08


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo!
Ken
2017-06-08