And so another pair of eyes were closed that night,
tired and heavy,
as their owner sighed,
and fell of to sleep.
And if only one could see what was happening
in them while they
dreams arrived.
They glowed and brightened.
The magic worked. So when they were opened again,
they were prettier than ever.
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Those Eyes | A Poetry Collection ✔
PoetryI could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collecti...
