I once stared at his deep dark eyes,
and all I can see was sadness
yet is covered by a suffocating coldness of ice.
I again stared at his deep dark eyes,
and it was now sparkling —
sparkling like a twinkling star beyond the sky.
— jane
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Treasure Trove
Poetry"What's all written here are somehow called Treasure Trove." - janeuu
