There was a flashback,
and I saw those eyes again,
as vibrant as ever,
full of life.
Calm, relaxed.
Yet alert at the same time,
wonderful.
What was it that made them that special, I don't know.
But they were like a deep dark galaxy,
with little light,
nor any emotion.
Yet, they would stare,
silent, at peace.
No wonder a million thoughts flashed though that mind,
but those eyes,
they stayed clear,
hinting nothing.
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Those Eyes | A Poetry Collection ✔
PoetryI could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collecti...
