They were an intense green,
with a trace of a very pretty grey,
blending in.
They grey shone as mirrors
in the sunlight,
while the green would become more vibrant,
and the grey
pale.
But in the moonlight,
when they stared at the dark dark sky,
gleaming with millions
of tiny stars,
the grey,
it became more deep,
covering the green.
They would stare steadily,
more deeper than any eyes could be,
taking in all the beauty,
becoming more alive,
by each second,
a beauty of their own.
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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...
