Eyes
The sclera
Wakes with the aurora
A blank white space
Where red rivers race
The iris
Blink, and you will miss
Rocky brown mountains
Blue water fountains
Deep ravines
Contrasted by light greens
The pupil
A black land fill
In the middle of it all
a dark pit fall
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