The eyes of me
take the distinction
of late.
Amazement shows
in their enlargement,
wide, they seem to drop.
Curiosity finds expression
in the sharp looks, shrink to
minimal when quizzing.
Happiness as seen
in the lengthening,
elongated and bubbly.
The eyes droop, loaded
with tears when I
feel sad.
The red shot , blood
stained eyes emit
fury.
While I turn jealous
my eyes let me out
as they become green.
The eyes of mine
bit roundish, little sunken,
assume significance,
as they stand out
from the rest of
the features,
marked and prominent
they display no ill will
or wickedness.
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