Many eyes there coloured-
Red, black, pink, white...
Searching for differents and differents.
Some are longing for greeds, some for wealth, some for food, some for peace, some for variois wishes.
The eys go dazzling in their own direction.
May be coloured of many types but
Once will they be closed forgood
Leaving all the wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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