Take up a picture
Of someone dead.
Look deeply
At the eyes.
They're dark
And lonely,
Yet they shine
Like a new sunrise.
They seem to see
What you and me
On this side
Can't surmise.
They look knowingly,
They look longingly,
They look right at me.
I seem to think
Those eyes foretell
The coming tragedy.
So you'll understand
Why I don't
Pose for posterity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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