Eyes of glass,
clear, transparent,
yet full of life…
peace abides within those portals
to the soul.
Standing with a waiting stance,
hands expectant, set…
eyes of glass,
yearning for life
when troubles tackle the heart.
No one comes that can be seen,
perhaps a presence though is felt
inside with warmth,
yet not viewed with
eyes of glass.

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