Posted January 20, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn under Poetry Opia So, the eye is the window to the soul? Why can’t my soul be hidden? Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window) TAGS: from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows,haiku,opia PREVIOUS POST Beach Fun Time NEXT POST 99,999 People and I Protested Trump in Madison Today Related Posts Coloring Poets with Beards (They aren’t all men!) Coloring Inside the Dreams Of Course I Wrote a Dan Book A Moment in Time with the Professor 4 Comments japingape January 20th, 2017 The answer to that conundrum used by pop stars is to wear dark glasses. Reply Shoshanah Marohn January 20th, 2017 And here I thought that was because their future was so bright! Bob Lee January 23rd, 2017 I wear my sunglasses at night. Reply Shoshanah Marohn January 23rd, 2017 You would. Comments make the blogosphere go 'round.Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
japingape January 20th, 2017 The answer to that conundrum used by pop stars is to wear dark glasses. Reply
The answer to that conundrum used by pop stars is to wear dark glasses.
And here I thought that was because their future was so bright!
I wear my sunglasses at night.
You would.