Eyes be of the propensity to
slaves
they are prone
to subject worship
where some beauty attracts
them
ah! in sighs
I write verses
even so
my eyes in thrall
To the beauties captured all.
And
then eyes of sadness made
in the Groves of Sadness Glade
slowly walk
and with each pace
weep and sigh.
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