Eyes
i havnt decided whether this is finished or not yet, might do some more work on it.
Like dewdrops on fresh morning grass,
Twinkling
Softy blinking.
Like the glisten from a ripple on a quiet lake,
Shining
Eyelids gliding.
A blink like a the beat of a wing,
Eyes glaze over.
Rolling river of salty water.
Falling.
David Meacham
Words that gentler lie than tired lids on tired eyes
Paraphrase of George Bernard Shaw (he won’t mind he’s dead).
Nice work
Amorous Requiem
Great expression!!!