Her eyes:
Bright.
Clear.
Kind.
Windows
To her soul,
Reflecting
Love.
Does she
See me?
As I am?
Hope not.
My facade
(parchment thin)
Opaque &
Brittle.
Ghosts
My thoughts,
Like the morning fog
Floating on a pond’s skin.
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Written by j.s.lamb
.Author of “Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales.” How I survived Vietnam & kept my sense of humor.