They way the clouds are separated; do you notice that?
The way the snow is sprinkled; do you notice that?
The way the sun beams flicker; do you notice that?
The way the wind whistles; do you notice that?
The way the autumn leaves crunch? Do you notice that?
The way my heart pounds on a cloudy day,
when your eyes change from blue to grey,
because the sun has listened again; do you notice that?
The way my eyes light up,
With a glow that devours the sordid blaze from within,
And destroys the fragments of a torn up world
That drives my soul apart…
Do you notice that?
No.
The “beauty” has blinded you.
And for that I’m truly sorry.
Amy Elizabeth Poetry 