Little Eyes

I see the bright morning sun arise
The shimmering windows almost blind
It fuels you; It was time, time to rise
I feel the touch of the rockiness of twigs
Hands always touching taking me away;
Oh I see the seashells and stars that digs
The warm transparency of the ocean sways
No, i despise this bright day to lower down
Close to reaching my height, I watch wonders
Picturesque close to my eyes, It’s a crown
Back to the wet sand, my little feet flounders

Now pitch dark, constellations around
Oh, My little confused eyes are profound

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