Drawing "1984" Copyright © Paolo Campisi, Sicilian Family Productions,
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In The Eyes Of Many
Blood is falling from the sky,
the thunder is our thunder,
the rain is our rain,
blowing away,
rolling away,
We are those who wait so patiently,
thirsting, smelling, dirt coveted.
Relief is but a moment in our lives.
We watch the seasons come and go,
Living lives burning with desire,
a life full of desire,
that we can never satisfy
In our blood,
within the sky,
a part of the spirit,
only seen in the eyes,
in the eyes of the many,
and in the eyes of a few,
a time in the window
of the eyes of you.
There is a picture that is painted
in the eyes of you.
Days that are many
can be days of the few,
they are the stories behind the eyes that we knew.
The sky grows dark as the clouds blow away,
eyes bleeding feelings,
in this moment we stay.
P. J. Campise
