Hajira

Model: Me

~The eyes truly are the windows to the soul~

A poem by a friend;

As the windows to the soul expire
As the mind processes all its hidden desire
As it tries to put out the raging fire,
Preparing for the final vision,
The explosion of light
Dont put up a fight,
Surrender calmly come with me
Let me show you what it was meant to be.
Then as your judged outside the gate
Deciding next what is your fate.
As the windows to the soul expire
Dont think then.
Its to late;
Its to late.

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