Some are emerald green,
From them you never want to wean.
Others are brown dark as the night,
their magic being hard to fight.
Blue sparkle like tropical gems,
warmth from them stems.
Red the colour we most dread,
on indulgence they have fed.
Are eyes truly the window of our soul?
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This is really late for #household peg day- appologies @nom. She pegged it on the kitty cat, she pegged it on the moon, she pegged it on her state of mind, she pegged it on a tune.
(Nineteen creatures including man, find them if you think you can). The rabbi tells stories. The monk eyes piece as glory. The lad ogles the girls. The chef caters the world. Take a go at being great.
You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
beauty is the beast. upon our souls and hearts it feasts. it makes us blind to itself. behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth. yet in every place where beauty lies.
Innocence is a thing of beauty,. Gorgeous and divine,. Not sneaky or snoopy,. But somehow still can shine,. It's pure as a rose,. Clear as day,. But it's you who chose,. What game to play,.
I am still water. S o f t as the breeze. Gloss upon l i p s. Drifting with ease. My surface is a mirror. S e e your reflection. Supple, untouchable s k i n. Iron complexion. Y o u are the pebble.
Romance sometimes .....A fragile thing... Perhaps...tenacious ...The spirit cling For in the texture ....Lies the strength Profound the structure ...The more intense What logic of...
#household @timmsyy A race of literature, And I'm winning, A sea of words, And I'm swimming. A house of paper, Fragile and thin, Don't open the door, The wind will blow in.
Wow! That was last minute??! Beautiful. I love eyes I think they show a lot about what's going on inside ๐
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