Sunset Eyes

He looks at me with sunset eyes,
tree veins branched from lack of quiet,
and the early death of day
goes unnoticed by
the white anemone,
lovers teardrops in disguise.

© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved

A bit of brevity for a contest~30 words or less hosted by Joanna Garrido.


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