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A Glance
Shayryl Mae Ramos |
His resplendent eyes are the windows of his soul,
The cryptic magic of his endearing senses--
Yet extremely strange and vulnerable as I
Mesmerized every exquisite glimpse of chances.
His afterimage has gone afar from where he is;
But diaphanous are his broken facets to my sight--
Clinging o'er my eyes with transcending spell and
Time, as unseen tears empathized upon its might.
His spectacular lamp soars to the firmaments,
Touching the clouds of my heart endlessly--
"And by my virtue of giving an eye to thee,
I'll always be kissing you unrevealingly..."
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