Eyes Are An Instrument
Such a story can be told from a glimpse into one’s eyes
From unrequited sadness to joy that the sweetest words defy
Blue to green and in-between, the colors dance in patterns so serene
A beauty immeasurable in mere words, only expressed in poetic verse
The soul’s light shines bright in complex orbs that give us sight
But such belies the tales told within of experiences both wonderful and sad
Of tears cried in happiness, seamless bliss, or sorrow kissed, through good and bad
Eyes can grant a vision of present, future, or past, as fast as a seductive spell cast
So take part in a glance at one’s heart, let ring a song in harmonious part
For eyes are an instrument, calm and pure, the soul the conductor, the heart the lure
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