Thursday, July 14, 2022

Language of your eyes

You are queen of all the eyes.

All the glances. The language of eyes.

Eyes speak every word in the silence.

Your eyelid is fortress.

Though a tragic story,

In the basin of your eyes,

Always the spring season.

I wonder.

Oh, my river, you are my infinity.

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