We walk across the dale and
hill
We stand and stare at
remnants still
We turn to search each
other’s eyes
Yours turn away towards the
skies
Your eyes aren’t dull;
they’re so like mine
And from your eyes those
remnants shine
We stood and stared until we
cried
Our hearts still know we
never tried
We walk away with eyes so
sore
But those remnants stand
forevermore
They stand alone and stand
so still
As we ascend another hill
Darren James Green
You were always such a great poet. You really should have been published.
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