Pain and Practice

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You can achieve the magic eye,
Without much effort, pain, or practically
With silvery shadow spread upwardly.
Lids covered platinum, eyes for now, opposite.
Brushed, stroked far beyond river banks,
Gala and golden eyes for nighttime trades
Made in sunshine, fans, and shade.
Violets tip their hats towards the old mosque,
Egyptian eyes line up against a painting of the dusk
Green, winged, shark-skinned scarabs rescue
Yet not waiting, shut down until resistance stops you.

Sitting waiting under the shimmering Nile lights,
Desert pink at sundown, rooms ancient and airtight.
Late day blues, and hues of gray desert defy
Your thankless hands entwined.
Together in practice and now effortlessly,
You can achieve the magic eye.

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