Hazel eyes

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my lover brought me to this island

for only me, he played his violin

when he serenaded, the stars

twinkled

when he played in the dark,

the sun would rise

 

he left me bereft one night

said he’d be back by the time it’s daylight

stranded, I waited hours, months, and years

I fear the island will drown in my tears

I have begged and cursed my luck

ever since my lover left

the sun hasn’t gone up

 

I wonder about so many things

was this his plan since the beginning?

did he mean it when he was singing?

was it love or were they lies?

If he comes back, will I be able to recognize?

will the sun ever rise

again?

I hope so, because I’d give anything to look in those hazel eyes

again

-maithili

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