how I pause to see my eyes reflected
on a mirror with no frame
a frozen candy eye
I hear no light and see nothing
sometimes in life we flow like a waterfall
sometimes we blow
sometimes we glow
like the sparks of
hazel eyes at night
it’s funny how they can be
as indecisive as a candle in the wind
now I pause to see my eyes reflected
on a mirror with no door
to open up my sore
moulding in my core
how can you silently rushing in?
gently waving petrichor without rain
to my chest
to my half hearted feeling
little by little it’s getting real
missing you is just as close as the sky
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Poetry Prairie 