Bare Eyes to BeautyA Poem by Season GraceIt speaks for its self.
Bare Eyes to Beauty
Dreams far scene from in between the sheets Certain sequences play repeatedly Faint smells pass Moments from the past present Images rolling around in frames Forward fiercely on grave Attempt to lay life Simple in tiles of anticipation Relaxed lines, drawn curtains, Calendar marked months Cold coffee at sundown One is all; energy connects Measured, yet too complex Feeling emotions numb to coarse Beauty to Eyes Bare
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