Noise (84 Words)
The traffic starts
At six a.m.
At five o’ clock
It starts again
The noise and rush is no surprise
The world is quiet in your eyes.
The days begins
The world still spins
And time still rolls
As seasons dim
But none of that is here, nor there
Your eyes are dancing everywhere.
So out of bed
My aching head
My shoulders ache
My legs are lead
But still my heart is warm at home
Your eyes are with me still, my own.
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Written in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s photo prompt. Check it out!
WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP 
Lovely Poem Wallie. When you are in love, nothing else seems to matter.
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So true! Wallie and I thank you.
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