Her Eyes
I have looked into those eyes so many times.
I have seen them shine like the brightest star.
I have seen them angry with rage.
Looking past, looking at me.
Those beautiful blue eyes.
The eyes that love, teach, and comfort.
Those are my mothers eyes.
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