Hour Ten

Hazel eyes, flashes of fire
Precious time, green and gold
In blackest night he said
“I pray, things happen,

that’s all I know.”

Your hazel eyes flash with fire
And she’s caught in between in red
I’ll say precious little,
but “just so you know,

this one I won’t regret.”

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