The floating rock was drowning in turmoil
The cottons in its sky lost the pearly white
and everything moved as a wheel
The population kept their heads down
while aiming for the skies
But behind them was the girl with golden eyes
Her eyes shined as she fed the pigeons
As she swayed to the record player
as she floated away into the sky
She never saw me looking
but I always kept my eye on her
Hoping one day my silver eyes turn gold
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Author:
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Comments3
This one is prety cool. Thanks for sharing.
beautiful, wonderful imagery:
I hope those silver eyes of yearning
can find a path
to that golden hue of reciprocation,
thanks for choosing to share
Enchanting!
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