Cycle of Vision

Eyes

Beauteous eyes

For not one second removed in presence of thee eyes

Speakers of true feeling

Gatherers of innocence

She has the eyes of nature's beauty

Eternity of youthful glee

Older in composition do they tell the tales of a million men

Young in expertise are they molded to view

Visions of the outer layers protruding with every tear

The light envisioned 

Her light that has gone

These women that glide into rooms anew 

The nuance of color, knowledge, and pride

Breathe these lights to shine with due time

Another is gone

A beauty now diminished

The cycle of visions molds a new contagious, tilted stare

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