Composed on January 15, 2012.
The visions of fascinating grandeur
And natural beauty, these eyes have seen.
They lie, uncluttered and 'uncategorized',
Behind closed long-lashed lids, within.
Smiles and excitement, sorrow and despair,
Trying their very best to touch others.
They lie withheld, they lie anonymous,
They lie on yellowing parchment, crumbling at the corners.
These ears, they love listening-
The stories, the differences.
At times, when a voice long held, expresses,
With intent ears, they are seldom met.
And, thus, the quietness, ever present,
Is all that manifests.
Perhaps a day, along the far future,
In history, posthumously, it would be read.
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