Her Hazel eyes suit me, my apologies to the people of love, I know you are all greedy, I know her eyes suit all of us.
Her eyes turn us into a paint,
The waiters are becoming Tango dancers,
The lotus flowers are raising to offer loyalty and love;
The palm trees and the fruits on the palm trees are turning Hazel;
The rice fields are resorting to her,
The tree of Life coming to seek life out of her eyes,
The moon is becoming Hazel, the sun is already Hazel.
She flicks her fingers and everything turns into a paint,
you wish to have it,
but you can't have it,
because you are trapped in it.
Copyright © Diaa Adel | Year Posted 2020
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