The Eyes, the eyes, Yes, The eyes The eyes- They said it all Though none caught their real Word Yet they weren’t , but yes, Feral. A sort of “aqua” fire ran up high In the very depth, it intensate They shined their brightest sigh They seem’d just upto their blessed fate The naturism covers Them over The blessedness do their turn They look around and Hover With the Blue above , under Their Run. ~ Dedicated to: Naina (Handa) Chadha Feel the Blitheness in the air…. having you J
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