TWILIGHT
The proportion of your features
Like a mapping of your face,
Moving pictures through your eyesight
A perpetual smile that's in place.
Whether catching sights awaken
In picture perfect winks,
The color of your iris
Changes daily with your blinks.
~Yvonne Renee Moore
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