Poetry · Writing

all in the eyes;

i see tomorrow in your eyes

as i stare deep into the morrow

hands entangled

stars spangled

this is freedom;

i see shadowless plains

flowers in vases

paintings of cotton candy

a type writer by the window

newspapers on the table-

i sometimes see neighbors

i sometimes see a river;

a stream and a swing under a tree

free from social pressure and this is a refresher

theres us; theres us, just us

i see that;

a tree with a heart carved in

the honey in my tea

the treasure under the river

all in your eyes

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