Eye's The Colour Of
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James McLain
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I saw feeling moving in the sky,
like clouds across your face.
Moving down,
beyond the point we've passed of no return.
If I come before you do, I've promised I will wait.
Green the long stemmed dandelions,
bending over I have traced.
Moving ever closer to the colour of your eye's.
Where beauty holds it's breath you look surprised.
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