twenty four
hot flashes calling for
sweet tea in early mornings
never water in southern blood
dallas sunrise leaves eyes vacant
mind-numbing hours lost to skies
idleness left to the deep soul
waves below sink ink blotted pages
once pondered mysteries left to time
vacant eyes calling toward home
once-irish blood on southern ground
mirrors dangling in cloudless skies
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I love your use of language here
love this!
once-irish blood on southern ground/
mirrors dangling in cloudless skies