my eyes wander to
the window
and i see him in the distance
with his placid eyes.
its a wonder
that we live under the
same sky,
azura curving over our heads.
YOU ARE READING
blinded
Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
