Blue Eyes Crying
Blue Eyes Crying
By Anette Gagliardi
The blue glistens -
glistens wet and soft
Calling my name, they glisten –
Asking me why.
Those glistening blues
shaded shadows of flowering color
Accusing me, they glisten –
Calling me.
They glisten in various blues
dripping sweet dew – salty and blue.
Searing my heart – they glisten.
Asking me.
Those blues. They glisten.
lace curtains hung with glistening beads.
Calling my name, they glisten -
Searing me.
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