Her Eyes
Her gazelle eyes,
Lowered,
Are as thoughtful as
The darkest of nights,
Deep as the limitless Space;
They must not lose their sparkle,
They should not grow weary,
They cannot be full of sleep
Over the ruthless
Passage of time.
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