"My Eyes"
by Arcassin Burnham
...And Though it shines and above my
eyes,
And though it shines I could
hear your cries,
knees weakening at the sight of you,
I didn't know I would enlighten you,
And though it shines I could
breathe tonight,
your intoxicating air Burns my eyes,
so i lay until there's no more floor,
I cry until there is no more tears
to pour,
Even though it shines,
I can dry eyes,
though it shines,
your pretty wings will fly.
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