I can see through

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What do you hold in your eyes, what do your eyes hold for you; what do they spill?

Today I noticed in the crowd–

Eyes that spoke of forced silence

Eyes that spoke without respite

Eyes with flashes of light

Eyes without light – pitch dark

Eyes that nurtured sadness- mourning

Eyes burning with passion

Eyes filled with naughtiness

Eyes flaring with rage

Eyes that followed all

Eyes with trapped emotions

Innocent eyes I did find

No wonder they call eyes the window of soul, learn the art and you will be amazed to see the eternal dance of eyes.

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