captured images from your eyes
over there in the corner,
elegantly posed,
perched on your feet,
and looking very beautiful,
your eyes tell a story,
no need for ‘once opon a time’,
drawn from your gaze,
the pictures are stunning,
images of what was,
a flower full of life,
box of chocolates, empty,
the wedding cake knife,
memories are plenty.
This poem was written/submitted by Gebbies Hope.
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