A brown pair of eyes, glancing back and forth at an ocean blue.
Seems like the pair found its pair.
Sun beams shining, making the brown glow golden, who was drowning in the ocean blue!
Maybe its was meant to be a golden blue day.
Skip to the night sky, a light fire
Again both the brown and blue met, the same place, but its different.
Cause, the ocean seem so desperate to meet its fire
Just like night sky searching for its warmth from fire.
Night like the ocean blue,
Fire like the brown
In all end, when the clock strike twelve, both the brown and blue met.
It was just plain and simple,
Yet unique, ocean met its fire.
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Poetry' ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ' - ᴀɴɴᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ - ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
