Optic

Eyes,
You are the window to our soul
You make us look beautiful and cool
You are of myriad colours
Black, brown and blue.

Eyes,
You express all our pain and joy
You light up when we enjoy
You convey our anger
Or when we are coy.

Eyes,
You have a language of your own
Through it all feelings are made known
You touch people more than words ever could
You are our confidant when we are solitary and alone.

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