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In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

This is just to say

The secrets floating
in your
deep hazel eyes
speaking silently

and urge
to unravel stories,
slowly
translating them

Forgive me
I fell headlong,
completely enamored,
totally consumed .


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6 comments:

  1. AnnaJanuary 16, 2020 at 4:18 AM

    Your poem flows wonderfully. Beautiful word choices, I love it!

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  2. NorthieJanuary 16, 2020 at 8:43 AM

    Our eyes can be the window onto the soul, can't they? In the first stanza, I wasn't sure whether 'speaking' applied to the secrets or their eyes.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 19, 2020 at 3:43 AM

      Eyes definitely are a window to the soul.
      And 'speaking' was for eyes

      I will try to bring in more clarity in next post.

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  3. NateJanuary 16, 2020 at 12:37 PM

    i love the idea of hazel eyes unraveling stories of a relationship.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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