Your kind eyes are unchanging
Your soft soul unwavering
Migration of monarchs with every glimpse of you, My only hope is that you feel it too.
To see the world through your eyes
I cannot, and something I despise.
Your stance as hard as diamonds
Mine as soft as sand
Like darkness and light,
one cannot exist without the other.
S.R. Millan
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:21 PM UTC
Your kind eyes are unchanging
Your soft soul unwavering
Migration of monarchs with every glimpse of you, My only hope is that you feel it too.
To see the world through your eyes
I cannot, and something I despise.
Your stance as hard as diamonds
Mine as soft as sand
Like darkness and light,
one cannot exist without the other.
S.R. Millan
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