My Sunglasses…

I love sunglasses

My eyes hide under the dark shades

And I stare and gaze at you

As I weave through the large crowd

On the high street at the city centre

I saw you

You can’t take your eyes off my bogus sunglasses

As you saunter leisurely

when I walk past you on a sunny afternoon

You turn around for another quick glare

Of the lady with the dark goggles



Submitted for the Daily Prompt – Sunny.

Peace and Love!

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