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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