Bright eyes turn the bleakest storm
Into a sunny day.
Comforting eyes burst through the clouds
And melt the squall away.
Twinkling eyes alight a note
That carries on a tune
Of giggles and a cheerful laugh
Then a rousing song soon.
Courageous eyes do spur a
Wary kid into a ram
And calm eyes still the saddened cry
Better than hushing hand.
But His eys make the black heart
Fill up with sudden light
The cold dark eyes that dark to look
Are bright eyes with His sight.
2 comments:
What a fun poem, I liked how it went though all the different eyes and then ended with your main point.
Mm. Thank you so much, Bella.
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