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Dry Eyes

For the years my blood
Has caroused
Through these pens for you

For the one hundred poems
Through which my words
Have called out to you.
For the dreams you invade
And the days you color
And my being
That you so pervade.

For all that is soft in me
And all that is white.
For what I remember
And for what I wish to forget
For the last time we spoke
And for all these years
Of satin stained silent nights

For the stars that still shine
And for the ones falling
Yet burning bright
You have me
And my dry Eyes.

Also Published in Muse India

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  1. Launna November 18, 2016 at 8:07 AM

    This poem speaks to me... it is very touching... I have memories such as these that I wish I could forget... but they never go away.. xox

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