Diana,Your eyes are the birthplace of lightning and tears,
talking silence,
storms without wind, sea without waves,
Birds are imprisoned, golden animals are sleeping,
evil topaz is like the truth,
Autumn in a forest clearing, where the light sings on the shoulder
of a tree and all the leaves of a bird,
the beach that meets the constellation of eyes in the morning,
a basket of fiery fruits,
Truth that nourish,
mirrors of this world, the doors of the afterlife,
the calm pulsation of the sea at noon,
absolute blinking,
Eternity.
Your eyes. To Diana Magnay
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