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Brown Eyes


my brown eyes, my sweet brown eye could move mountains

represents the ground buried with treasures

these brown eyes hold riches, can carry earthquakes

my brown eyes use to be my enemy, hated the way they stared back at me

these brown eyes wanted to be blue

wanted to be queen of  the sea

wanted to be the sky, but these brown eyes reign queen

my sweet brown eye

the sun shining on them seeing that hint of gold 

so rare

my brown eyes hold stories

these brown eyes will not go unnoticed

my sweet brown eyes are the smooth chocolate that lays before

can make you forget your place

can make you fall in love with them in a heartbeat

 

 

 

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