Thy eyes
A mask they are not
Towards me insist upon
With lust, weary, always unsatisfied.
But wake up I wish not
Nor must I know of what dreams are made
Of off far lands or of blind thoughts
Immortality has once taught.
Though born blind
Those very same eyes
In depth a plunge will take
Into the wholeness long forsaken.
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Gustavo Cunha (
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I do not get to classify what kind of eyes I have at this moment? Blind? I don''t think so.maybe without faith....hope...confused....Far ...Far ...looking for peace. Congrats
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