My spectacular spectacle
Third and fourth of my eyes
I should’ve thanked you even before
But never could I realize this
That you are something external
Not the extension of my
Muscles, fleshes and nerves
Would I thank my own part?
I never did it to any of it.
You are but an aid unavoidable
Without you my life would have been
A pallet of messy paints
I would always encounter
Blurry weirdly images
A mix up of everything grounded
And would die believing
That the world is what I have seen
A mess up of blue, green and brown
I am grateful to you
My spectacular spectacle
For I see this beautiful world
As perfectly as everyone else
Through the twin circles of you
Thank you…
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