Heavy Eyes
Sodden with saddening sights
And drowning in disappointment.
The weight of your eyes
Could not be hefted by a hundred men.
The volume of your thousand tears
Could drown all the fish in the sea.
Your heavy eyes,
Heavy with dead white weight,
Heavy with a fresh winter snow—
Pristine and pure and dreary and dead.
Who would guess you still bleed red
After holding the weight of your gaze?
Drenched in disappointment,
Sodden with half-hearted sorrow,
Your heavy eyes
Could sink nations into the seas.
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I am just me, whatever you assume that to be. I was grown out of the Cascade mountains, nurtured with the salty Pacific air. I am a student, a sister, a photographer, and a human being. I am a crow-- a watcher of people and a listener to the wind. I am whatever you percieve meto be.
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