Your eyes lie vacant
Sometimes sharp like a lion
Who’s been hungry for three days
Sometimes mellow like migratory birds
On their journey to a new known place
Your eyes are fearless
Like a small lovely town
Undiscovered and flourishing
Your eyes are full of distance
Like a soldier in the enemy camp
Grim and angry
And optimistic about building a country
Your eyes
Slowly trickling down my skin
Quiet and sudden
On the day we meet 
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