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In Blue Eyes

Like the depths of the ocean, the breath of sky

A blanket of ice, a tear cooled off dry

Nothing could capture a soul so dear

Than the faint of blue eyes close and near

Spots and freckles disfigure the skin

A flawed personality, limbs so thin

Nothing outweighs this presence of scars

Except blue eyes, the powerful camouflage

The rarity exists. The existance it rares

But like a shadow or a spark, you know it is there

They plead, they beckon, they seduce, they cry

In blue eyes, there is an aesthetic emotional ride

Brown exudes power of darkness

Hazel the honest, Grey the timeless

Still, nothing matches nor replaces the scene

Than the beauty of blue eyes so hardly seen

Photo: vukvuk / 123RF Stock Photo

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