Classic Poem

The burnt eyes burned.
The eyes were neither blue
nor brown. Twinkling,
they stabbed my heart.

They seemed to make me cry,
but did not.
Twinkling, they caressed me,
licked my spoiled heart.

The burnt eyes did not move.
As if they were both blue
and brown, forever

the burnt eyes were quiet!
Having forgotten the sun and fragrant grass,
they burned sadly, twinkling, twinkling.