TWILIGHT

The proportion of your features

Like a mapping of your face,

Moving pictures through your eyesight

A perpetual smile that's in place.

Whether catching sights awaken

In picture perfect winks,

The color of your iris

Changes daily with your blinks.

 

~Yvonne Renee Moore

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