Through my Eyes

A whimsical thought,
Changing into a determined stature,
Putting all behind,
I went on towards.

A swirl of clouds,
A flux of faces,
The change of wind,
And that of water.

A shattered expectation,
And a rekindled hope,
“Adjusting is a chore,
A chore I am willing to do.”

Thoughts of words,
Dance within me,
As I look through my eyes,
And see the beauty.

The cacophony and the euphony,
All mixing up in coherence,
Forming a combo unlike any others,
Have me caught inside it.

July 11, 2018

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