Your eyes, your patience!

Artifacts and dearest stars,
that reverberate and slide
along the winds, and the tides.
Thou keepest no grudges or the bars,
So no one stands to break you and
your lights.
Shining, bright renders your calm
enough respite, that the blankness
in anyone's mood dances in an instant,
with a gentle slide of your being alive.

Oh, thy sight I seest, it feels so endear
and free within alike a free flying kite.

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