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Eyes That Do Not See
Eyes that do not see,
heart that does not feel;
ears that fail to listen,
to words that dissweeten.
Emotions go unexpressed
as sentiments are repressed;
feelings unprofessed
of sensations I best forget.
Prisoner of the place
the eye does not see,
exiled from the heart
whose love I did seek.
Ambulating without rest
woeful as it is, I acquiesce.
Wasted time, I digress,
a sorrowful day I attest.
Gypsy red
Jan.2011
heart that does not feel;
ears that fail to listen,
to words that dissweeten.
Emotions go unexpressed
as sentiments are repressed;
feelings unprofessed
of sensations I best forget.
Prisoner of the place
the eye does not see,
exiled from the heart
whose love I did seek.
Ambulating without rest
woeful as it is, I acquiesce.
Wasted time, I digress,
a sorrowful day I attest.
Gypsy red
Jan.2011
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