Eyes are brimming

With memories, Mammals that stand on four feet or two, Their  passing stays with me, Their memories  consume me, Tears cress my eyelids, Empting out, Believe me vacant , alone, It’s not fair that they leave me alone, A memory, A photo, In my ears I hear their heartbeat, loneliness and poverty and death isContinue reading “Eyes are brimming”

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