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Eyes full of blue
Pigments of glory
Peace at mind, as
the sea meets the sky
A future beyond infinity
Full of serenity
Perhaps I wish to stay
But I age away.
Eyes full of grey
Dull and complex
So close to the edge, as
routine fills my mind
The only sadness I find
Loneliness so cold
Perhaps less bold
As I grow old.
Eyes of life trade
Colour fades
Becoming plain
Blue may come again, as
air full from misery
Hope for vitality
Is this my station?
Wishing to see the creation
Perhaps my damnation
Another way on a brighter day.
About the Creator
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