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This is one of my poems. It is free verse, so it doesn't rhyme, but I like it
The eyes are said to be
The windows to the soul,
Showing things we believe
Are better left hidden inside.
Some eyes are shimmering and clear,
Shining like millions of shards
Of flawless crystal
Overflowing with wonder.
Some blaze with a flame
Like an unquenchable inferno
Burning beyond the mortal coil
With supernatural passion.
Still, some are deep and dark
Shifting like the waters of the sea
Swallowing everything
In a chaotic peace.
And yet some are blocked.
Shallow and muddled, unclear
Like a muddy swamp, a bog.
Shallow, yet revealing nothing.
A person can see everything about you
Simply by looking in your eyes.
Now what do you believe
Your eyes say about you?
 PsykoMutt · Thu Mar 19, 2009 @ 02:24am · 1 Comments |
