I still remember those
Suspicious eyes of yours
Dreary, sad and dear
But filled with fear.
They have watched
Vigilantly the world
Confused by change
Usurped and deranged.
In them, I have found
That looked for all around
Realization erased my smile
Only now I know why
Those eyes are colour of a lie.
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