The Pillows
Your eyes are not the color of the sky,
However they are the color of the shore,
And those eyes of yours,
Shall stay in my memories,
Forevermore,
But nevertheless,
I still regret,
The feeling of love,
That I have never met,
Nor seen,
Because my eyes are in between,
The pillow,
In which,
Holds my dream.
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