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The sunlight cascades across your face on a bright February morning.
You open your eyes – they glisten with dew;
Pools of emerald gold, a symphony of beauty and brilliance.
You look at me, and my whole being trembles.
No words need be spoken – for in your eyes, I am reborn.
About the Creator
Ian M. Williamson
My first book titled "In the Name of the Reich" is out now in paperback and eBook.
I recently started writing poetry to stay creative.
Find me at: www.ianmwilliamson.co.uk
Liverpool, United Kingdom.
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