I read his eyes
They were as open
As the books, next store
And they spoke, without speaking
Myriads, without words
The guilt, the shame
Defeat, he wore them
Like a cloak of surrender
Poetry Wednesday is live😍 above is a bonus piece which I scribbled a few days ago. I hope you enjoy the upcoming pieces, a post by the hour. Cheers!
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