29. Under Eyes

Cuddled up, under eyes,
coiled in pretty spirals,

A testament to a kiss,
A drill of pure emancipation
A signal of our pure bliss.

Tucked up, under eyes,
A brimming sea of the dream,
A sandstorm etching,
In the eyes that eclipse the moon.

Hidden away, under eyes,
A smudge of dark mascara,
A rainbow pattern penetrates,
The night’s blanket of forever.

The End

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