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A Window to our SoulIn a reflective looking glass, an image holds your view, Trying to ignore that familiar figure staring back at you, Avoiding that piercing look in eyes as black as coal, Looking at me opening a revealing window to my soul, A tear hides in the corner, a glisten that catches the light, Is it a tear of inner torment,? or a tear of welcome delight, Eyes can literally tell the world the meaning of that look, Each blink signifying a fresh page of a very public book, Do we really want to see, what our true eyes reveal to all, The sadness held inside, displayed like graffiti on a wall, Eyes likened to a mystic pool coloured hazel, blue or green, Cutting right through you like a sharp stare of a wolverine, Eyes keep no secrets, revealing what our mouth choose to hide, Displaying personal and private feelings buried deep down inside, Avoiding the urge to look at ourselves or trying to keep control, Looking beyond our inner fears and behold a vision of our soul. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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