Jan 2016
A lustrous orb, both dark and bright,
Rimmed with hazel lies the night
A clear-glazed look, yet shimmer slight
Does not affect the gaze so bright
The inner does grow in the dark
And yet in this night there lies a spark
A small glimmer, almost impossible to see
Yet when passion burns, this light goes free
All is hinted, however sly,
There lies a mystery about the eye
Rimmed with hazel lies the night
A clear-glazed look, yet shimmer slight
Does not affect the gaze so bright
The inner does grow in the dark
And yet in this night there lies a spark
A small glimmer, almost impossible to see
Yet when passion burns, this light goes free
All is hinted, however sly,
There lies a mystery about the eye
Thank you all so much for your support, I have recently hit 11.1k views, which is absolutely astounding. Couldn't have continued poetry without your constant support, so many thanks from the PoetryPhoenix, Conor Blatchford
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)
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