"The Art of Eye Contact"

Cirawrites01

Eyes — the quietest form of speech,
Their depths go deeper than words can reach,
A gaze that lingers from afar,
A quiet flame, a fading star.

A silent nexus filled the air,
Where banter bloomed through every stare.
Soft lips quiver to confess,
The hesitation to avow a mess.

Two distant roads intersect,
Where we meet, but never reflect.
One waiting to be loved,
The other unaware, he's beloved.



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  • Mourgana of the Fey

    For me the first line already drew me in, the poem beholds its sense of mystery though it tells a tale or tales. It beholds the veils that are wrapped over the wordings. I enjoyed the read!

    • Cirawrites01

      thank you so much for reading the poem

    • Salvia.S

      Well written!!!

      • Cirawrites01

        tankz i tried to capture it all...



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