i see

I see again  the green glass earings 

and the blue eyes of the man who had  looked 

just like my father used to look like when he was alive 

but this man had a daughter selling earings in the market in Verona

and this woman was a daughter with a father who had only taught her not to die.

We all look like someone, we all resemble something 

and those earings were designed so when the light hits the glass

you can see a small moon smile. 

 

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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