Shining threads

Shining threads

Tuesday, 21 February 2017


Eyes spy with my little eye.
An object beginning with the letter 'X'.

X marks the spot,
between my eyes.

There is only one 'I' in the alphabet.
But a dictionary has countless eyes.
Words staring at us from without,
wanting to get in.
To join our set of options.

Eyes are curious - pupils of reality.

Drinking deep from the well of experience.

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