Her Eyes 101418

Her eyes, her eyes, were like her eyes.

Her nose was like her nose

And that is all that I can say,

For that is how it goes.


I’ve spent my life, a hollow shell,

No peace from deep inside.

A stranger even to myself

With nowhere left to hide.


Her eyes, her eyes, those lovely eyes,

Her smile filled my soul.

No longer was there emptiness.

A temporary shoal.



About oxrider

Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe. A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives. Please visit his website at AFWinter.com. View all posts by oxrider

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