Rose speckled hind sight.

As my words run dry;

and my soul tries to cry,

 my eyes lose sight

of the eternal sky,

and I sometimes wonder

what it is that I thought,

as my feet backed away

from the thing that I sought.

Karen Hayward © 2015.

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