In my new eyes life has been personified beyond that of the beauty normally seen. To one who sees a simple flower, I see the very shape the duration of it's life. A struggle to grow strong. The array of color caressing and gracing in such delicacy. One who sees the night and shrugs failed to see such a complex design of immortal fusion of passion and grace in the stars and moon. Shining upon us and the moon a decadent silver in it's full round glow showering upon me a desire deep enough to cause envy between the Gods. In these eyes of mine I can search and find pure bliss in the simplest of things, and weave them into a beauty an amazing site, for if eyes can blind what have we been missing?
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