The feeling of feeling the heavens
These big glimmering crystal ball eyes are home to the dark black skies ,
Full of stars , I bet , in them is where the universe resides .
They can’t blink as they glimpse a strong , rough , tired hand ,
A hand that has won the battles of life , when the time was trapped in an hourglass , in the grains of its sands .
The beauty of this hand , as soft as if wrapped and raised in a blue cloth of silk ,
Softens their rough gaze , as it moves towards them to tuck the curly locks of brown behind her ear .
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