My Eyes
dolls eyes.
hidden by panes of thin glass.
the poetry of moving lashes.
long, thick, dark.
sweeping the air.
keepers of emotions wine.
the merlot of sadness.
far from true blue.
undecided colour.
hints of storm season.
dead sometimes.
smooth skin.
no laugh lines etched across.
blankets covering the glassy surface.
closing slowly.
tired.
awaiting sleep.
peace.
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