A Beauty Held Inside Eyes
Avast a beauty held inside.
In fragile hands and soft lingering eyes.
a supple smile burning as if a star
for one who gazes through lenses.
A galaxy of colors swirling and throbbing
with electrical pulses beating blood
through a maze of veins.
Travel through hedges of high and low
and run in circles before you know
you are lost, lost within a heart.
Secretive and full.
Hopeful and despair filled.
A contradiction of rigid gentleness.
A beauty lost within closed eyes.
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