The eyes of arrogance look down upon you Way down To the ground In those eyes YOU are little In fact.. You may be nothing.. AT All! The eyes of arrogance see nothing in you.. See nothing about you.. See nothing but its own self glorification.. Those eyes are hell to live with.. Those eyes are a death blow to your spirit.. When do you get to be you? When do your natural graces get to flow freely within the gaze of those eyes? Never is the answer.. Never will you be seen for who you are.. Never in the eyes of arrogance~
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USASep 19, 2011
Ty amahlada..' Where have you been precious? Oh, well..you must come to the castle and sit at the kings table. You will be fitted for your velvet robe..and shown your room that leads to a terrace. In candle light your painted eyes will make the moon blush.
amahlalaAberdeen, South Dakota USASep 19, 2011
Thanks! I've been in hiding, slowly eroding but occasionally appearing to find that elusive magic....
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blow to your spirit..
Poignant line, this poem is soulful...