"a sister's eyes"
I think of them
and recall how wise
are the eyes of
my little sister,
always laughing-
wind whisperer
through outstretched
oceans of blue grass
surrounded by
rolling island dunes
and the stalks of
her crowning pale glory,
but her eyes
are the constant
changing of seasons-
the silver grey
of low-lying mists
that roll in at dawn
after the night
gives up its gems,
deepest sapphires,
to reclaim them when
she stirs from sleep
while I keep
clinging to her,
and I let myself
drift in her seasons
with eyes open,
feeling safe a while
in our single bed















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"Don't poison everything."
Saul Bellow.
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玉: 我的天使 ♥
Always look on the bright side... there's more light there and it's easier to find stuff.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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And thank you so much for your thoughts on this.
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玉
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