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Jun 2013
I can see it all.
The eyes show me.
The lives, emotions, pains and pleasures
Of others.
They are all painted in landscapes.
Forests: light or dark.
Rivers: murky or clear.
Skies: colorful or colorless.
Every shade
Every swirl
Tells a story.
Every flicker in your eyes tell me,
Show me,
The beauty of your mind.
The New Kestrel
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