By Mac Guerreiro
She’s an old soul,
They said,
Look at those eyes,
Black as night,
Shifted to brown,
Sensitive all around,
A crystal child,
Fragile,
Had to learn to “be strong,”
Before she could truly carry on,
Yet the black-eyed girl lives inside,
Finally inching out of her hide,
With her she brings shadows that give way to light,
For once eye do feel different,
For the first time.
Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me. View more posts
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