A Baby's Eyes
The golden ambers of your eyeballs
Are beaming with the most sacred feeling
Summoned and stirred by
The great mystery implicit within.
Tenderness lit look, nothing
Clinging to, illuminated in your infinite
Peace, amidst soot rich light,
In the perfection of its innocence,
Stands out doubly bright
On another time that is now, and hope-like
Assuages ill feelings to grace
And worries of unfulfilled to charm.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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