There is a lump in your eyes
blocking the flashes
smothering the beats
hiding the secrets
away from your sight
Sometimes beauty provides
more than just a cover
But you've always been the one
to make up your mind
and not your face
You stay still
counting all the stars
you've achieved
Can't be bothered by
the eyes you don't have
to recognize and savour the beauty
you can't see
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