Your eyes are the blazing sun
They used to be joyous and fun
What was blue has transformed to green
The most envious shades one has ever seen
It is a dangerous business to look through these windows
What lays at the end of the path no one knows
I wish I had only the power to see,
Why the tunnel to your soul is no longer the hue of the sea.
Have I done you wrong,
Or is there is there another puzzle piece in this throng?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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