those eyes
you have her eyes
shaped like a crescent
hers strong and rich
yours laid deep in a blue myth
both effortlessly kindred
my mind wandered
they came together
how mystical
your picture must have been faded, in my head
when you let it flow, when it is required - it does
just as the others in life
maybe all that is present are merely symbolic
a form, an object, the tangibles
just as how I gazed at the thin paper stack before dawn
might as well wish you good night, watch your eyes close, then off the lights
those eyes
I remember
when they smile
they speak of a beautiful, graceful language
strange, I thought
strange for me to have that picked up
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