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Door of Her Eyes

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

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He couldn't bow so low to ever capture her tears
Only those rose petals, sweet words, in measured years.
She knew it, as he did too . . .it was time
Her door teared-up, shut slowly without loving rhyme.

Loving her was their fate in destiny role
Quietly, soberly, and telling lies so cold.
Swords clean, meadow green today
His touched, her memory in failure away.

Oh, small dogs and beasts so gruff
Speak not to my pains, bruises rough.
Step easily cosmo's forever land . . .
Walk slowly in her lashes in hand.

Kiss the forever moonlight soon
I'll sing her sonnets til' death toll noon.
She kisses, smiles, and laughs softly at night
I stop my lips, my hearing, all but my sight.

March 5, 2020__________________________________________

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© 2020 Kenneth Avery