Scoop eyes
Much I think, of my eyes:
"Remove them, take them out…"
Hear voice deep inside:
"Look at them, ugly or, thin or fat, "
These are thanks to my eyes.
Conscious says in reply:
"Be cautious; do not judge."
Logic says:
"Every goat has own taste of graze and the hay, "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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