Those Eyes

All can be resolved

Within the corridors

Of those eyes,

New realms are realized

Like the wings of

Butterflies after the

First communion

With the sky,

Those eyes are

My souls allies,

My mind elects to

Render each eye

Contact that her

Eyes supply,

I’m subjected to

The paramount gaze

That she chimes as if

Our mutual planets align,

Her gaze is paradise

– Nick F. Hawkins

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