Iris

Tragic tales we write Sad stories of “a” life. 

Staring forever searching 

Mist clouds the vision. 

Poets of broken hearts 

Or lovers pouring hearts 

Each face with a name 

Each love never the same 

There, there.. It’s just a chapter 

The lines on your face 

Speak their tale. 

The eyes, those my friend 

Hide a thousand tales. 

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