~Deana J. Tavares

Their eyes 

Flank the walls

As her story unfolds 

Opening doors 

Into her world 

They get lost 

Within the waters

Of her eyes 

Stolen 

From all space 

And time

They converge 

Crash 

Into new hues 

Where fuchsia

Tells truths 

They creep

Crawl 

They whisper it seems 

Find their way 

Straight into 

Your dreams

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