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Apr 2018
When I look in your eyes
I never want to grow old,
I despise all of my silver and gold,
and when I look into your heart
I see blood like wine
you and I
we are like cups
Filled to the brim with life
Glasses running over

if you could see yourself
Like I see you
When I look in your face
I see naivety so pure
and yet you have a heart
That yearns and yearns


when I look in your face
I see life and love
seasons defined
The colour of the skies
this I see in your eyes
but as you get older
You will come to know better
And all of this beauty
Will change and not for the better
This is from a short commissioned story that I am near to finishing - It is called 'From Biyadhoo with love' and is about an ageing spies life, and final love before he passes away, all but forgotten.
Don Moore
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Don Moore  By the Sea in Cornwall
(By the Sea in Cornwall)   
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