Your Eyes Are
Posted over 2 years ago
like the trees, with gentle swaying and implied moaning, changing each season with colors and moods,
burning from the sun with lime brilliance,
suffusing from the moon with luminous grays of uncertainty,
each hue with its own existence,
lusciously moist, or moribundly brittle,
while the browns of the roots remain solid
beneath the soil.
Your eyes are
like the grou…
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