Capítulo 78: Frozen eyes
And if my soul is a garden can I wither?
Winter has come, spring is gone
It's not quite frozen yet, but it's not warm
I feel I'm withering
And if eyes are the window to the soul
Are mine dull?
I heard they look like ice and I'm inclined to agree
They feel icy, like you could skate on them
They're not stormy, too frigid for that
I feel I'm withering
Though it's not quite frozen
It's something close
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