That smile of yours
Those tired, joyful lights hold me in sway
And have never ceased to bring me home to you from troubled, foreign shores
Smoke and umber brush your smile away
Wind-weathered chips of agate, those eyes of yours
Like sand relapsing into waves
And to grin, should be my only recourse
For it has not faded, but kindled in your gaze
That smile of yours
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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An other enigmatic. Returning home from distant shores to another seems simplistic on my part. Agate emplies semiprecious stone. Perhaps, however troubled you will always brighten my day. Enjoyed.
This is a beautiful poem, well-written, great work!
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