Bleak were the years
With days that stretched like aged sinew
Gone were the dreams that youth created in naivety
All that was left was unsettled dust
On a road well trodden
And the grit stung her beautiful eyes
Oh, those eyes
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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I love this. ❤️ And you, you good saxy?
Eye am liking this poem! Corny joke there. lol.
Legendary!
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