How do we use our eyes? Is it only for seeing? No, poetically it talks. So it sees and it talks. Do our eyes smell? Do our eyes taste? Do it feels? Literally it doesn’t but poetically it does. Why can’t we see the bad and the good? Why can’t we see the answers to the questions?
excusable are the innocents
who laugh at one self
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A thought-provoking poem...