When my eyes are seen from a far.
They stand out like a star.
I have many different colors I see.
But there's only one right for me.
Seasons change, and so do my eyes.
Be aware and Recognize.
Many things are not as they seem.
Sometimes my eyes have a gleam.
The colors come and go.
Just like the snow.
If you see a weary stair.
You better watch out and beware.
I'd like everyone to know.
That my eyes always glow.
About the Creator
Laura mclean
I would like to test my writing skills. try and see if I can make it any better. When I was in middle school I had a published pome I wrote. It's been so long I can't remember the title or the name of the pome.
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