Vision

Keeter C

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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  • sorenbarrett

    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

    • Keeter C

      Thank you! Pretty eyes have always been my Achilles’ heel.

      • sorenbarrett

        Eyes and face always my first go to. You are most welcome



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