It wasn’t real, whatever it was…the eyes that absorbed,
deep pools that drew me in…only a reflection of who I was,
in the sun that lit up your space…a fleeting moment in time.
Karen K. L. Espaniola
24 Apr 2012 Leave a comment
in poetry
It wasn’t real, whatever it was…the eyes that absorbed,
deep pools that drew me in…only a reflection of who I was,
in the sun that lit up your space…a fleeting moment in time.
Karen K. L. Espaniola