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Monet Eyes


They are Monet eyes

an artist’s eyes

a work of art

on their own

they are springtime

all alone

they show life 

calm

Inside grow flowers

a whole universe

for us to explore

 

Those Monet eyes

they are an art

unique to you

finery 

in it’s superiority

beauty

at it’s best

 

so unlike my eyes of storms

your eyes calm me

the speak to me

the breathe new life

and opportunity 

 

Your Monet eyes

Have flowers blooming inside

Petald falling inside

and vines growing out

tendrils reaching 

they pull me in 

until there is no place

where the art ends 

and I begin 

 

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