by Shannon Haly
They say our eyes are doorways to the soul,
an ever deep passageway, guiding us home.
Like two diamonds laying in the sun;
Breathing in life - through glistening tones.
They are our blueprint for this journey -
Our passport through life
As rare as a comet, or rainbows at night.
Their beauty, it’s wisdom,
It burns in your bones,
With a deep understanding,
of all that you hold.
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