• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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The Eyes

When I look at your eyes, I succumb to life. As death is after life.
When I look at my own self, they say, we dance till death.

I own a life. You own your eyes. Together we won the bonding.
Bonding between life and death.

When I cry with my eyes, I remember you.
For all your love and arguments.

When you cry with your eyes, you remember me.
For all the sufferings together we had.

The eyes. Your eyes. My eyes.
Tell us silently, of our life and death.