guilt has a pair of eyes
and you who have nothing to hide
look straight to his iris
that shuts down a bit
to lessen the flow of light
as though hiding
something in the dark
that it still treasures
in its back
you are the sun that shines
early morning to kiss the new flowers of the day
she is the afternoon
that slowly fades away
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