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Green Eyes
My green eyes, reflected through
The color of my grandma’s eyes
And those before me.
Like emeralds and other gems
Thrown into the ocean. Like
The soft blades of grass running
Through my fingers. Something
So rare and unusual, but still
Beautiful and captivating.
Only 2% of the population
Has them. I am one of those
People.
The color of my grandma’s eyes
And those before me.
Like emeralds and other gems
Thrown into the ocean. Like
The soft blades of grass running
Through my fingers. Something
So rare and unusual, but still
Beautiful and captivating.
Only 2% of the population
Has them. I am one of those
People.
Published 29th Dec 2019
Author's Note
This is one of the first poems I wrote back in middle school when I first started writing poetry. Entry for EARLIEST SCRIBBLES competition.
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29th Dec 2019 7:25pm
I really enjoyed this perspective, Elena.
I have green eyes as well. * Cheers *
I have green eyes as well. * Cheers *
30th Dec 2019 6:19am
29th Dec 2019 10:13pm
30th Dec 2019 6:19am
6th Jan 2020 6:38pm
This is beautiful, an appreciation to family and self-worth that which makes you unique.
Well done E.
Well done E.
6th Jan 2020 6:40pm
