The eyes of the sky✨🌌

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 Her eyes held the universe 

They had lived to see it's majesty 

They had stayed to wipe it's tears

They had known it's deepest secrets 

Not by living for eternity but by living a mortal , transient life and in that short span, making an impact that would last till the end of time 


In her eyes were shards of deep emeralds


And hints of sparkling sapphires


They were a rich earthy brown 


They were fire and ice , they were moderation and adversity


They were steady yet unstable


They were unsettling in their intrigue


And hungry in their own unique way


They were wise beyond their years 


They were love and war; heaven and underworld


They were the eyes of a dreamer and the face of innocence


They were the revving engines of the cosmos and the convoys of the universe

~Ananyaa Joshi



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