Captive in My Memories

 

With those Gogh'y eyes,
I know deep in my heart,
Is it snowing, is this ice?
I am ready to take my part.

Through fields of sunflowers,
Thunderstorm creates a whole new start.
Waiting my fermented blossoms,
Still, see them eyes wide shut.

Oh, those Gogh'y eyes,
An art piece, in disguise,
Captivate my soul, a heartfelt tie
This is life, with the best surprise.

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