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EyesBeauteous eyesFor not one second removed in presence of thee eyesSpeakers of true feelingGatherers of innocenceShe has the eyes of nature's beautyEternity of youthful gleeOlder in composition do they tell the tales of a million menYoung in expertise are they molded to viewVisions of the outer layers protruding with every tearThe light envisioned Her light that has goneThese women that glide into rooms anew The nuance of color, knowledge, and prideBreathe these lights to shine with due timeAnother is goneA beauty now diminishedThe cycle of visions molds a new contagious, tilted stare
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.