Eyes

Day 20,

glopowrimo

I’m quite guilty for missing some days, so here is an early post before I go off today.

poetry


eyes that covet rest
weary, drooping to a close
comforted by bed

travel to the woods
dark mist, a gut feeling
eyes looking at me.

-emangarduque

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