How do you see the world?

I have often found my mind wandering,

To the glint in your eyes that seems questioning,

Of the ways of this world, so brand new,

Hardened against the sore worlds residue.

I often have wished I could climb,

Behind those hazel eyes, into your mine,

So full of diamonds I am sure it is,

Too great of pleasures I hope I never shall miss.

I have sought some pleasure or some answers,

In those grey eyes of the masters,

Hoped to understand the way they work and play,

A passtime for each busied autumnal day.

However if I were to eventually find,

The answers behind those wide green eyes,

Would it end my thirst for understanding,

For the world through yours eyes of fire tantalising.

The End

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