My poem, We can see the beautiful world

We remember our memories.
He looks at all the pictures,
Eyes always keep their gaze,
she is always looking for herself.

She sees everyone.
He sees the face of the lips and colours,
It is a different color of filling,
When he closes his eyes,

The world becomes incomplete,
That song is also seen,
Without eyes the picture remains incomplete,
The world is lost in the middle.

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