Thursday, March 1, 2018

Dry Eyes


 
How sad when sheets
Are wet with tears
I’ve only dreamed

And I see rain drops
On the window
Though sun shines
And finches sing.

Dry waking eyes
Remember why.

©2018 John I. Blair, 2/13/2018
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