Vision
Golden, brown, green, gray and even blue.
Hazel can contain all of these hues.
A small percent so fairly rare.
Into those eyes I could forever stare.
Don’t get me wrong, dark dark eyes often so exotic.
Caution is required for eyes can mask if what’s behind them is toxic.
Then look at those that are blind and cannot see.
Perhaps they better know what type of person we be.
Perhaps before mine dim I will
stare longingly into another’s again.
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Author:
Keeter C (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2025 07:10
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Comments1
Eyes mirror of the soul show what lurks beneath if one can gain entrance with a long enough gaze and be sensitive enough to the view. Today most will not even make eye contact preferring a text where deception can be hidden. A lovely write and a fave
Thank you! Pretty eyes have always been my Achilles’ heel.
Eyes and face always my first go to. You are most welcome
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