His eyes looked downward -
the graceful sweep of his brow -
and the hair, coal black -
which fell across lovely tan -
his slim frame held him high -
and the light that shown behind his eyes -
was sad.
Something in him was missing -
and he knew it...
But he just didn't know what.
Author notes
This is just a quickie in order to help me develop as a poet. It's one of many practices you will find on my AP account...
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