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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Julian

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

The eyes of cerulean,

belonging to Julian,

beckoning like the sea,

the waves calling out to me.

How deep it could go,

I may never know.

what lurks in their eyes,

is it truth or lies?

If only I knew,

whats within the blue.

Depth stretch on infinitely,

could search through eternity.

So far out of sight,

untouched by the light,

always a mystery.

Down there what could it be?