![]() Her EyesA Poem by Anagha Rakta
Every time I close my eyes,
I think about her eyes then, and how many dreams floated in them. Then, I think about her eyes now, just like snow still, cold, but beautiful. Every time I breathe I think about her body then, and how many cuts adorned her skin. Then, I think about her body now and wonder if she's happy being just a soul. I think about her, before the life left her body, and I think about her, after her soul found life.
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