Kind eyes.

Gentle eyes.

Sadness buried deep within.

An Alchemist of Laughter

turning stones of sorrow

into bright bubbles of joy.

You danced a mad cha cha

with the dark angles.

Until at last

you fell, exhausted

into their embrace.

And this time,

they did not let you go.

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1 Response to Robin

  1. andysigler says:

    Reblogged this on Newtonstake and commented:
    Heartfelt poem from a friend.

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