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I frequently ponder

why did your eye sockets always seem like a blur?

the question with tears was resolved,

I grasp your soft silky flesh,

my eyes with metal chains would grip yours,

I saw the heat in those eyes,

a flame blazing ,

the eyes which frequently painted

a magnificent fresh forest, vision of waterfalls,

great flowers and roses grown naturally,

sweet image of the heavens and its clear path,  

rays of light,

I saw them in your eyes,

I saw the eternal adoration

when I lock into your eye sight,

a lock with no combination only inspiration,

I saw the honest sweet love,

as a mother grasping her first born child,

I saw a smudge in your eyes,

the flame was seen far-off ,

the forest polluted,

the clear heavens begin to get gray,

my head with much weight falls in front,

I swift stop, your eyes begin to crack,

paths of root like patterns are made,

my illusions,

I see the reality,

the soft silky flesh

is only a smooth oak wood piece

of wood I grasp,  

been covered with a red stains,

I place my sight forward,

those eyes which showed me so much love,

where not yours,

they where my own,

a reflection of my own mind,

reflection of my own love,

reflection of my own blood path,