The eyes are windows,
The heart, reflective
To the soul, they're both respective
Yet still inside, beyond them both
An inward sigh, cry of the soul
Many meanings, a spectrum of sighs
People gleaning, to emphasize
The eyes, like windows, shed light to see,
Beyond the surface, to ever deep
But like a language, it's so complex
Many a pathway, that intersects
To the untrained eye, bitter and cold
But on inspection, cry of the soul
YOU ARE READING
Random poems
PoetryI will write random poems as inspiration comes. It's a hobby so don't expect regular updates. Suggestions are welcome within reason.
