Saturday, October 22, 2016

8774. SUCH CAUSTIC EYES

SUCH CAUSTIC EYES
What is it, I wonder, that
brings forth the sadness :
a broken glass window
lets its glimmer in? or out?
Those walking along the
nearby lane, as they pass,
why do they get such
sorrow. A flutist playing
a funeral march would
make less sense.
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Sarcasm, pique, anger, fury :
The sort of words that make
the world go 'round?


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