Poem "The eye of thee reflects me"

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© Andrey Armyagov

The eye of thee reflects me

 

The eye of thee I see.

A canvas with many possibilities,

Sketch with a deep blue ocean.

Dark as charcoal,

Black is the core of it,

Which lays in the middle.

 

The eye of thee I see.

Sorrowness was there,

Emptied by the beauty.

The canvas alters,

Into a field of roses.

Water leaks from breakage.

 

The eye of thee I see.

Memories begins looping.

Unlike a Merry Goes Round,

Despair is in the air.

I saw me riding on it,

The eye of thee reflect me.

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