I dreamt I held a tiny whale
In the palm of my big hand
Its vulnerable belly soft and pale
Its life or death at my command.
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Purity of your Eyes, Poetry by Keegan Chetty
The purity of your eyes,
Make their home in my heart,
The purity of your eyes,
Awakens the lover once lost,
The purity of your eyes,
Serves as a beacon of hope in the darkness.
