Days
An eye opened to see
A world so wide and free
By then, the other eye was overwhelmed by jealousy
Thus...deciding to wake up and make the atmosphere breezy...
Beauty was seen at the first glance
For the eye couldn't lose a chance
To look at all the creations found in front of it
And store as much memories, and if possible, never quit...
Yet, days held the flags of sorrow and misery
Jotting black dots on the eye's page of memory
Sadness filled the eye's tears
Embroidering stitches with fears...
But the eye's hopes were never put down
For it knew that today's a gift that shouldn't be lead by a frown
As the want of what shall happen tomorrow filled the eye's desire
Lighting its pathway with pure fire...
Now...months, even years, passed
As the eye realized....
"Yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery, but today's a gift..."
And thus, the eye enjoyed its present
As it treasured every memory's monument....
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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