Angry Eyes
Angry eyes spray the rising flames of raging fire
Caustic words prick, the blare of voice doesn’t tire
Hapless relationship worn in grip of distress burn
Dismay drives the mind away, it doesn’t return.
If remorse could dowse the fire, make cold tear
Scorched heart drenched, the smoke would clear
Love regained, with tear it would blend in the eyes
With the ashes in the wind a new mind would rise.
October 12, 2017.
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