Golden eyes

Eyes that glimmer, sparkle when happy
Or when you have amused her
Look now,  or does fear repel you?
Are you afraid to see the ice crystals
That have begun to develop there,  in their depths
You think you are able to always talk around things
Avoid, evade perfect tactical solution
You’re sure it’ll
Work out fine
Daring to look again, smallest glance
You start to reassure yourself

Till you notice
That the glittering smile, shining eyes
Are looking at the man who was standing behind
Waiting for her to look at him clearly
She can’t even see you now
Gliding past you to his embrace
You’ve realised you woke up too late.

Ailsa

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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