but the night is over
the sun is here
will I be able to see those eyes again?
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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...
but the night is over
but the night is over
the sun is here
will I be able to see those eyes again?
