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My Eyes
My eyes,
wide opened on the World,
observe,
full of surprise and admiration,
the immense beauty of the Universe.
I can't hear but through them, my eyes.
Might them be black, grey, blue, green or the color of the sky,
they sure are the mirror of our-selves.
My eyes observe the World
and they dream about a Justice that,
unfortunately,
is not here, yet.
Thank you, My Lord,
for giving us such a precious gift.
We can see shapes and colors,
and,
at each whisper,
we can hear the voices of Nature.
We can hear with our eyes!
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