Eye for eye

We have keen eye for a bride,
Our eye for her eye, its droop.
Will the lid close her daylight?

It scares daylights of our eyes
To think lid closes not to open.
What do we do with its dreams,
Half-formed wings of butterfly?

Our angelic eyes have no lids.
Staring lightens their shadows,
And a bit color blind to dreams.

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