Glare
Because
it now hurts
so much
to see ..
He no longer
fears
going blind ..
But
nevertheless,
he still
remembers
to this
very day
the moment
his
whisky sour
turned
bitter sweet,
under
the glare
of her
baby blue eyes ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: they were really more like forget-me-nots .. 🤍
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Comments5
Well this is so deep so beautiful and incredible sad all at once. Another one which will relate for so many scenarios. 🌹
Multi grazia Teddy and then some🌹
Non c'è di che ❤️
How can I forget the forget-me-nots of KP's botox eyes?! lol.
You are a hard act to follow Steven .. but I've known real folk who have been banged up for less ..
Squeak, squeak - KP's gonna eat me for dinner one day!
The way you used the changing of the alcohol was very well done to describe the emotions within your piece. I appreciate learning from your work 🙂
I am most honoured Kinsey .. bless you and truly tooly ma'am .. Neville 🙂 🌹
Memories can bring so many emotions Neville.
(My Laphroaig always tastes wonderful though - LOL)
Andy
I'm a single malt and sake man myself .. not in the same glass tho .. Cheers .. Neville
The mind's eye holds the image, but the heart holds emotion, kept safe as a wonderful memory. Beautifully versed dear friend.
Thank you so much for spoiling me Bella .. so very muchly appreciated my Friend .. Neville
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