Friday, February 6, 2015

Poem: "My Eyes"

To see is to amaze the wonder of the eye's purpose to make life much colorful that it amazes us to see the light and the beauty of life in physical appearance.


By John Raymond Antatico 

I lift my eyes against the sky
The clouds are weeping, so am I
I hear the wind of autumn sigh
They break my heart, they make me cry

I lift my eyes again on high
The sun is smiling, so am I
I hear the birds lovely spring
My hopes revive, I can't help but sing

Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know, it lies too deep..



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