Poetry

Wartime Eyes

By 31st March 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Drown horrors of the wars in children’s eyes,
Whose dark, deep pools drink every evil down
And wash away the sighs.

Their gaze, perplexed, unwilling to avert
Draws in the maimed, bereft, abandoned, stunned
And bathes away the hurt.

They cannot close or rest in case they miss
One tiny chance to soothe with mirrored care
As love tears gently kiss.

Mary Daniels

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