Fix your eyes into mine
On a pupil to pupil line
Without twinkling your stars
Like Jezebel’s preened lies.
Look into my eyes
Can you see the grace it shines
As it glistens with emotions
It reveals the mind.
You can’t see my mind?
If you pay death attention
You may see tonguesless thoughts
Sitting wildly behind.
The pride in human eyes
How it paints pains on tears
Tears joy and bares
The face of the mind.
This skin of a cat fish
Glazes wit so rich
Without a mouth it speaks
Yet it has no tongue or lips.
When it shoots the sky
An eye has no wings
Yet her wish is to fly
To places for many things.
This fragile smart snail
With silken skin shell
Her skills hardly fail
When it perceives a threat
Before the clock ticks
It locks her lids.
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