Glass Eyes

Mon, 11/10/2014 - 20:11 -- Htriem

I've been told

That eyes green

Such as the glass of the sea

Are alive in me.

Nothing but insight

Do they provide,

As I stare blankly into the great divides.

They wander,

Curious

As the cats that roam the street.

The snow falls

As I feel the snowflakes brush my cheek.

The intricacies of their bodies,

My eyes do not see.

For I am blind

And that is what is flawless about me.

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