Blue Eyes
Their eyes hold the beauty of the seven seas,
though the holders may not see them for the rarity they are,
those without may feel as though they are drowning in pools of water,
their eyes reminding those without of a warm day at the beach,
the soft breeze brushing their cheek,
the promise of a never ending sky.
The beauty of an ice berg, the captivity of the ocean.
Their eyes remind those without of a lost beauty.
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