The Eye
Gaze into the eyes, The eyes of friends; of love; of yourself. Stare into the white, The white of pure; of peace; of tranquility. Glare into the color, The color of passion; of fire; of the individual....
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Sitting under a tree, “I think”, I thought, “I’ll write an ode, To me.” So I began with the words “Ode to me” And continued writing furiously. What I never foresaw I couldn’t foresee, I know too much...
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