in a blink of an eye
what I thought was a steady ground started to shift
and made me feel an ancient feeling that is rarely felt
I was drowning, but I don't mind
if that's what it takes to look at those eyes
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Starry Eyes | A Poem
PoetryWilliam Shakespeare once said, that the eyes are the window to ones soul, and that started making sense when our eyes collided. A gaze held longer than it should, felt like a handshake I didn't wish to let go of. Your eyes spoke volumes, but I heard...
