Those sharp
The beauty
Of an eye
Lurking through the dark
Searching for its prey
Slowly but surely
Hopes
Dreams
Failures
Shows itself
Through an eye
Where the light shines
In the depth of darkness
Waiting for a miracle
To done the undone
When the sharpest one
Protects itself
Trying to stay alive
It went through the dark
Making its way
To me
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