| To the simple passerby An eye. To those who care a closer look A merely darker eye. To those who stare A pit that dares To pull in light. And to I, Who always craves a deeper look, In its depths of dark Velvet night Through swirling shades and folds Flecks of gold Precious And green Unseen by others And gems that lay Unknown, unclaimed, undiscovered, Drawing me in, An eye. -Jessie Taylor |
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