those meandering eyes..
a window unto her world..
safe and auburn they seem..
yet they speak of a fire unquenched..
crackling away through the years..
softly hissing,whispering..
weary they seem..
to've become over the years..
but the skies within..
never dead..
composed and sophisticated she seems..
yet those eyes scream of a dragon untamed..
crackling away through the years..
softly hissing , whispering..
the black mascara, a veil..
hiding the sorrows and the tears ..
she shed over the years..
softly whimpering, whispering..
her eyes, dusty and husky..
shimmering in the stinging sun..
they speak of a summer solstice..
perhaps that's why she clings to her veil so tight..
that defensive azure gaze..
compels u to look deep within..
screaming,yelling,panting...
frantically waiting..
she yearns to rekindle her flame..
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