Maureen H. Altman -USA/Peru-


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Your eyes

Your eyes like breeze, lay crossing the road from the path of truth calling the morning for its glance…

Eyes covering, eyes on hold, eyes shocking, eyes at the end sign telling more than can be seeing and your eyes, are not gone…

I look with closed eyes at the station, at the wild, your time is due, maybe, and my eyes reopen…

Destiny, who can see you? a chance, a moment, an open mind, endurance, acceptance staying still…

My eyes stay on those landscapes and the road closes them so airily, your eyes are seeing our passage forever…

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