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Two brown orbs, gift from the above,
And made me see the world, freely like a dove.
Seeing the odd and beautiful reality,
Disregarding the consequences as time pass yearly.
Uncontrollable use of the beautiful gift,
Worried if it'll dim in a swift.
The ache it gives,
And the beauty that lives.
From the lakes, the sunsets and the ocean too,
The sunrise, the night sky, my love, they glow.
I wish it'll stay like this forever,
And lose for never.
Only I knew you were mine,
And I'll never lose you, that's fine.
My eyes are beautiful they say,
As it receives a glimpse of ray from the sun, it always makes my day.
When the spring breeze and the grasses are green,
Even when the autumn leaves starts fallin',
The hot summer wind blows,
And in December it snows,
You, my two precious orbs of sight,
Don't dim for me please, and I too, will shine bright.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
