Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Day 106.

It's in the eyes, really. 
The calm that hits.
The storms that flash. 
All the lightening at once revealed 
in those quarter inch orbs.
The smiles that your lips never show 
portrayed by the slight upturn of your lids.
The fire of passion your body can't express,
flames behind the green. 
The once turbulent waters of the sea, 
placid in the blue. 
The words you can't bring yourself to say 
depicted in the black of your iris.

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