Keeping You With Me
I use my
Inner eyes
To be near you.
I smile,
As near you
I am content.
Even when
Steam rises
From your volcano,
Even when
I flee to the noise
Of an open space,
I think of
Your gentle
Eyes and trace
Your smile
Upon
My happy face.
poem by Harriet James
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