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Eye Spy
Two eyes. Four eyes. Blue eyes. Green eyes. I spy our eyes.
My mother’s eyes are like the shade of the ocean as the sun starts to soar and as translucent as the diamonds on her ring finger. They’re bright like the beautiful blaze of a fire. Her eyes love.
My brother’s eyes are like the deepest part of the forest, full of emerald evergreens and the brown body of Blackthorns. They’re like a canvas painted with a gentle green, and brushed with specks of calm cocoa brown. His eyes laugh.
My father’s eyes are like chocolate covered coffee beans. They’re as dark as the deep dry dirt he built our house on but as soft as his goodnight hugs. His eyes protect.
My eyes are shining like the reflection of the sun on the lake. They’re green as fresh blades of grass in the summer and open wide like the eyes of aa crowd at a concert. My eyes smile.
Two eyes. Four eyes. Blue eyes. Green eyes. I spy our eyes.
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