Glistening
Eyes cold as ice, black as coal,
staring lifelessly ahead to a distant dream,
The sun will not rise today,
I am left with memories of bygone days,
Childrens laughter and a free flowing stream,
The stars were as one back then,
I hope and pray they will unite once again.
poem by Simon Thorpe
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