Eyes
EYES
Its the window to the body
Where the soul is housed.
My eyes:
Seen the hard & tough times
Witnessed the joy & pain...
Of self, loved ones & frienemies
Seen darkness you could ever imagine.
And the illumination
That finally transform
This embodiment of grace.
What this two witnesses dost behold,
The rags of time hath sharpened the whole.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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Copyright © Victor Immanuel | Year Posted 2020
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