EYES
How beautiful are eyes,
but there is no light,
if anyone will ask the desert,
how many rivers are dried,
you can recognise words,
but why there is darkness,
in your fate,
why others are enjoying,
but don`t loose heart,
you still have eyes,
of heart, of mind, of conscience,
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