Eyes

When i look in those eyes, I could not help but surmise. Aren’t these mirror to one’s soul? They say d most stories left untold. The pain of heartache That can’t be masked Even by Smiling face The feel of joy and delight That words can’t describe Sparkle of eyes say all right Be a mysterious ploy Or Reluctance of a coy Everything is unveiled With a blink of an eye Eyes,Twinkle and Roar No longer a thought Is immured by any door And Thats the beauty of eyes They…

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