Eyes speak

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The browns,

The blacks,

The blues,

The greens.

All say,

Just the story within.


Eyes evince the magnificence,

Of the soul inside,

It also mirrors,

The agony in which we confide.


Words turn nothing,

But just an excuse to explain.

That we are just smiling through the pain,

Of denial and cause lost.


Even then the eyes speak,

Of wanting to be relieved

Of the lost love, 

Of the insanity freed,

Of the love need.


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