17 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 010 Do these eyes of mine
Do these eyes of mine, seek out in vain, is every single drop of rain, mine to embrace
The face of a child, with illusions of a world set apart, it’s not easy to trace, the lines of my heart
Piece by piece, they fall by my side, as the petals of a rose, slowly gives way to life, so must I
