A poem about eyes.
Hazel eyes slowly breaking
Shifting
Changing
from one color
to the next
Never stopping
Shifting between
freshly tilled earth
to the new leaves that
spring forth from the freshly tilled earth
to when the leaves
return to the earth
so someone else can take her place
In the World
I love that picture of the eye. Goes well with the poem. Plus it gives me a make-up idea 
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