Eyes
The soul emitting its presense in one simple gaze,
pure as nature,
it entertwines. Blossoming fruits of emotion.
Love it crys throught the wide pupils, longing-
grasping its gander upon you,
grasping your hand tightly,
eyes close tightly ; weeps for joy.
Weeps for love.
The eyes glaze; sadness it laughs.
Tears roll on the floor of the skin, each carrying a misunderstanding,
a hope,
a dream.
The window to the soul rains down its cares.
Rains down guilt. Rains down glee.
The eyes leap; happiness it rages.
ladden with the feet of crows,
pupils vast as a blackbirds.
facial features draw near to the uplifting aura.
Lips reach for the ears.
Eyes
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