The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies,
With the dying son
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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My Poem Book
PoesiaA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
