Eyes of fire burning bright,
Lit at dawn, smouldering through the night,
Holding deep depths and soaring high height.

Strings made of letters and words making kite,
Birds of feather would understand the plight,
To worlds unknown with powerful flight.

Discovering wrong and decoding right,
Eyes of fire burning bright,
Lit at dawn, alive smouldering through the night.

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C.K. :)