The Eyes

The eyes
The eyes to gaze at
The speaking to others eyes
The eyes which show a heart
It saw a different thing.
It learned a different thing.
It was at the time of the clear pupil, too.
Wishing to be a wise pupil now
It wants to be seeing with the pupil which doesn't have muddiness.
It wants to be defending the pupil which doesn't have a hesitation.
The urge doesn't run out.
The scenery which seems without disappearing into the closing eyes
The face of the people to love
The remembrance which doesn't die has run out in the memory boiling burning like the album.
It gazes at the hope while emitting linear light,the eyes too.