Her Eyes

Her bright eyes watch

The way the leaves fall, the way the people dance and laugh and love

Her soft eyes watch them

With their harsh movements, and spitting tongues

Spinning, laughing, lying, trying

Her sad eyes stared at mine

Not seeing what I saw

Her smile, her laugh, her love

Her hips swaying with the wind, falling with the leaves, flying with the birds

Her bright eyes are gone

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