Saturday, 9 April 2022

his eyes

His eyes reminded me of the darkest hues of a forest that had just experienced a downpour of rain the Trees bowing under the weight of the droplets. The Dark vines swaying between pregnant mosses and feathered barks that climbed down to the satin softness of earth. They were so dark of a hue of emeralds yet so distinct and bright in the light, I was drowning within them. How had I not seen such beauty before ? How had I not held his trembling soul still and dance within the irises of this boy ? .

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