My eyes are two bold balls;
I sees rainbow and sky with
Them,
What goes on while on earth;
They watch like spectators
In the football field.
Two they are but all belongs
to no one except me;
Even the good,
The bad they all view while
in their socket bone;
Moving left and right
like security camera right
in their fixed point.
With all time by my side;
My consciousness and
strenght;
With all wisdom and
knowledge,
And literary fluency;
I can't explain in clear term
all the impacts of my eyes
to me till I ceases breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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