“All of our actions take their hue from the complexion of the heart, as landscapes their variety from light.”
Francis Bacon


Her eyes are brown, yet blue tonight. Sad for all their dried up tears.
Her eyes turn red in the moon lit white, looking beyond the useless fears.
She stands brave facing the light, though hide she knows she must.
Darkness will reclaim her deadened sight, by this morning burned to dust.



52 word stories over the course of 52 weeks


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