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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Eyes That Define Me
If I were to show you my greatest masterpiece, my vision of beauty, I would paint my daughters eyes on the back your eyelids, so every time you closed them you would not see just darkness, but a color so unique only God could define them. Because you can see HIS light like a golden hue shine right in between her fathers cold green and my fathers devil blue, there’s a hint of almond brown where my mothers angel peeks through, sometimes they are hazel, mixed with a cooler shade of Gray, but they change with her emotions, her moods they give away, if I were to show you my greatest masterpiece, it’s in her eyes, I would say.
By LaDawn Denney5 years ago in Poets
