Eyes by Danka Todorova-translated by Ann Wood
They are never the same.They dream in blue and green.
They know the truth.
They leave alone - sometimes.
The eyes are never the same.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-06-08 at 23:14
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