Ocular Exult

Your eyes, they don’t smile like your lips do

Terrains shift from desolate plains when you grin
And moonlight illuminates a little more lustrously
But when your baby browns’ mimic them
It’s like a blooming sunrise
Crowning the horizon
Luxuriating us in it’s zeal and radiance

Your eyes, they don’t smile like your lips do

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