There. Is. Something.
Different going on,
i cant quite spot it,
with my eyes.
There is. Something.
Special happening,
beneath the veil,
of distant lies.
Because of the difference,
i wait patiently,
Because of how special it is,
I'm learning more about me.
Because of the curtains,
that are,
slowly,
opening,
I look with opened eyes,
so much more able,
to see.
Sandra jacks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/able-to-see/
