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Two eyes, a universe untold,
Reflecting skies, both new and old.
A flicker there, a silent plea,
A depth of soul, for all to see.
One holds the joy, a sunlit gleam,
The other weeps, a broken dream.
They witness love, they know despair,
A mirrored truth, beyond compare.
Through storms they gaze, through gentle rain,
A window pane, to ease the pain.
Two tiny lights, in endless night,
Two eyes, a story, burning bright.
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Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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