Eyes
A Million eyes
Wandering. Sparkling. Smiling. Dreaming.
Rolling. Frowning. Narrowing?
Narrowing?
They notice a pen;
In the valley of strangers
And they wander back to their own world,
Wondering.
A Million eyes
Wandering. Sparkling. Smiling. Dreaming.
Rolling. Frowning. Narrowing?
Narrowing?
They notice a pen;
In the valley of strangers
And they wander back to their own world,
Wondering.
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