Eyes Like the Ocean
she had eyes like the surface of the sea
from deep underwater,
a watery green of love and loss
broken only by the shafts of sunlight
spearing down from the other side
she had eyes like a hurricane over the ocean,
a stormy gray-green maelstrom
found swirling with raging winds
and churning with the great swells of the sea
she had eyes like the deepest waters
as seen from above,
a dark green that disappears into blackness
filled with a world so unexplored
it is refuge for wanderers and terror for cowards
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Free Bird
PoezjaThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
