At the beginning of the year, I posted the piece Of days and lands laid waste. The poem told the story of the birthing of the universe and her maturation through the eyes of a little girl. (At least I think that's what it was about.)
Well, I wanted to share with you the sort of sequel to that poem, which I'm calling With eyes of her. You'll notice a lot of related imagery here, I think, but from another character's perspective.
Anywho, without further ado, please enjoy.
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With eyes of her
The boy he saw with eyes of her
The tender custard of her smile
He looked upon and looked a while
And wondered what was too within
The tender custard of her smile
He looked upon and looked a while
And wondered what was too within
