Fresh Eyes
I rolled my eyes,
here and there,
and everywhere,
to even the farthest clear sight,
I open-shut my lids several times,
my eyes were releived,
and stress free,
just then,
I saw an icicle melt,
and fall from a nearby tree,
it washed my eyes from afar,
leaving the world open,
for me to gape with fresh eyes,
totally ajar.
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