Monday, September 30, 2019

I see you

With the eyes of an artist
That sees the light
of your soul
With the eyes of a poet
That sees the love
in your heart
I see you like a star
on the sky
That passes by
and smiles
Every now and then...
And thats fine
If we see shootings stars
every night
It would not amaze
Our eyes!

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