Who are you,
o green-eyed men,
who comes in my dreams?
Who are you,
o green-eyed men,
who finds the way through my nightmares?
Who are you,
o green-eyed men,
who's soothing presence I feel
when I'm drenched in fear?
Who are you,
o green-eyed men?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
PoetryYes, words sometimes do matter more than actions! A book full of whispered words under the cloak of darkness. Poetry woven with the scent of my soul.
