Periwinkle Eyes

                   

                               Periwinkle Eyes 

There’s grace in how she meets the dawn,

Perfection brushed but never drawn.

A taller frame, a poised command,

A gentle heart, a steady hand.

Her grooming neat, her humor dry,

But a flicker hides behind her eye.

She knows her worth but doesn’t boast,

She loves her kin and guards them most.

A whisper soft, a truth that stays,

She moves through life in measured ways.

Yet a passion’s fire still hides behind 

Her soft and sweet periwinkle eyes 

                                               John Snelling

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