Those eyes which ones saw such vivid dreams,
Is now a shattered waterfall,
Like those eyes of hundreds.

Those eyes which stayed through the night,
Even while sleep seduced them,
Has surrendered it's might ,
Like those hundred eyes.

They hold so much life,
So much pain,
A windows to every soul,
Dark or white.

Those eyes which held so much ire that their eyes glowed with fire,
Is now a dewy palace,
Palace that now house flickering embers.
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