Eyes

To see those eyes

Is to see rainwater alive.

Splashing over his pupils

And, sliding down his irises;

A storm awakened in a dream.

Never the same colour twice

But, always blue.

Clear, bright, never wavering;

They speak truer words than any mouth could.

His are the windows to my soul.

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