Your eyes are dancing ~

In the evening
A heron floats across
The glass sunset
Through the window
You point, saying

The bird is gone
Before I reach you
Hand pressed
Against the frost
Still, you watch
The water ripple
As raindrops fall

Watch, you tell me
I cannot see
What it is
You want me to
Instead, all I see
Is the evening sun turning
Your eyes into gold

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