My eye,
It burns with tears such unseen,
Until it meets its great desire.
Only when an eye such as mine,
Glances upon and is charmed by such beauty,
Such graceful elegance ,
Will these tears so sweet and pure,
Begin to flow from to beholder of perception.
~ Milo
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Small poetry
PoetryRandom small poems. I don't usually write poems so don't expect much.
