Blue

Tara M. Clapper
New baby's eyes

New love sea disguise

Crimson cheeks

love protects



a boat in the ocean

a womb upon a hill that no lightning dare strike

or make a sound

for blue eyes to open



Too and honest,

Son of Sir.

You will get hurt when someone

other than me

Can see past your deep lenses of silk

that the dreamers wove and cast there

like dawn and fresh salt air that dare not spoil on its own.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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