Like an endless ocean of joy,
her eyes housed vast waters of love.
The stars, the planets, the entire universe,
the great ground, and the skies above.
Like a never-ending pit of despair,
his eyes were dark, and the home to black.
A mystery to some, a fear to others,
and from his arms, no one ever looked back.
No, he wasn't blessed with this,
but neither was he cruelly cursed.
She, however, was such a grace,
to all her creatures, a loving nurse.
She asked him one day, about his eyes,
where the despair and darkness thrived.
He laughed as he replied to Life,
"Death is just a riddle to the mere living eyes."
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Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryBecause poetry, is a constellation. A constellation, of one's very thoughts. ★★★★★ A collection of my thoughts, penned down as short poems. Right from life to death, to all in between, this collection aims to acknowledge all that we experience, an...
