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Through Your Eyes

Precious people
Live in my heart —
Some gone, some still here —
But all, they live there just the same

For years — decades — they have lived there
Some live also around me
Some don’t

Everyone — everything — goes to sleep
When the shutters fall
And I sleep too, each night

In the morning — all awaken —
With me, with the world —
Seeing life through my heart

I wonder
Am I, too, a precious person
Living in another’s heart

And see the world
Through their heart
As they see it through mine

What would I say —
To that me — to that person —
If I met them on the road —

Only this

Thank you —
For letting me see
Through your eyes, your heart

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