Friday, March 14, 2014

His eyes sparkle
like new snow on a moon-lit night,
fiery jewels in a now-weathered face.
His warm complex smile draws me in,
well-mixed as it is with a sadness
indistinguishable from the laughter
as much as sweet cream is indistinguishable
from the bitter coffee it flavors.

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Poems © Gemma W. Wilson