Photo: self

tired
eyes
have
no
respite,

the image
of you
stuck like
a permanant
lens,

fun at first
to see
your face
in the sun
and moon,

till human
faces
also
seemed to
metamorphorsise,

the silly heart
loving
this
perfect
paradise,

but tired eyes
afraid to shut
for dreams
had already been
compromised.

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04Apr17

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