Your Eyes

Your eyes

They have a way to be soft and shiny

As if they have been crying

And loving

And hoping

And declaring

Solidarity

Against everything you once know.

Everything you have loved

Make and unmake with passion

To minimize malice

Hunger

Anger

And to be permanently temporary

I am neither permanent nor temporary

But I couldn’t look away

Not from those eyes

As it’s against everything I once know.

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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