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emerald eyes

Updated: Mar 5


It was bareness and black she'd wear,

that I witness her emerald eyes so rare.

Or maybe to be better seen by them,

Their keen gleam peering like a gem

into the forlorn space where my shadow lies

in wait of her emerald eyes,

window to a world enchanted.


From the depths of a forgotten night,

She called forth my own forsaken light,

that by her grace I may be granted

to see, through my own emerald eyes, 

her world enchanted.



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