Tuesday, June 16, 2015

POETRY COLLECTION: Grey

They drew me in with their hypnotizing spell.
Like a temperamental sea woes the shore.

His eyes.

They wear my defenses to mere dust.
Like river rocks washed by a beating stream.

His eyes.

They whisper a thousand hopes and fears.
Like an entrancing thunderstorm amid the blue.

His eyes.

They embrace me with quiet tenderness.
Like a soft breeze beneath grey skies.

His eyes.

They are entirely unforgettable.
Like him.

His eyes.

Nell McKinnon
June. 16. 2015.

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