I feel the sun now, it's in your eyes
As you look on me, i'm renewed
as the sun rays run through thick
blue-black clouds after rain day
Blessing to the damned on their cursed day
In your eyes the life of plants, hidden beneath
earth, shall shoot to green;
the very breath of your eyes shown
on my docile life quickens my spirit
All these in thine eyes--you have shown me;
so i dote on you
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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