My Eyes
As mystified as art,
As charming as the moon,
My face’s most glorious part,
Representing the misty noon .
It reflects my joy,
Tries to hide my sorrows,
But the tears employ,
And allow it to go.
You could read my thoughts deep inside,
If you peep through,
That’s where my whole world resides,
I see it, Do you?
Copyright © Jasmine Grewal | Year Posted 2015
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