Under my Eye

Under my Eye

Even if a part of me has long been dry,
Today I felt something under my eye.
It didn’t make the eye wet,
But reminded of a deep-rooted debt.
It told me that I was starved,
Of something that could not be carved.
There were memories of yesterday,
Of how things became grey.
Yes, a part of me has long been dry,
Yet, today I felt something under my eye.

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