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creative writing, eyes, free verse, loop, new poem, original, poem, poet, poetry, refrain, writer, writing
Reaching back
over the tall grass
he espied his undoing
floating amongst the fronds of
the bronze brown hair,
those betwitching eyes
suspended in animation.
The little irises of green
pierced underneath
digging deep
and relentlessly,
pushing aside the golden sun
ignoring the wisps of clouds
as they float along.
My mind replays the meeting,
inside this fictitious glade,
we’re still the same
only the place has changed.
Our pupils meet
but it echoes and ripples
on a loop in my head
on a loop in my head
on a loop in my head
on a loop in my head…
carljpoetry 
stunning words as always xx