Poetry :: One Green Eye
07 . 21 . 2003
With my one green eye,
Hanging open to gape at the mystery
By which the world spins
I stare at you through long lashes
And wish to know your name,
To hear the sound of your voice
So that I may make it my own sweet tune,
Humming along all day with my daydreams.
12/09/2003 - 02:29 AM
Hmm... fairly odd question to ask after reading that poem. What about it makes you think of magick other than the mystery part? And the answer to you question is - you could say that.
12/09/2003 - 01:14 AM
nice poem. are u into magic?
some curious girl
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