Her eyes, yes, her eyes
As twilight shades beckoning serenity
And mystery
The complexity of her being, open for all to see
Her eyes, sparkling bastions of mischievous merriment
Yet softly caressing nature's soul
She gazes skyward and a thought floats to heaven
A caring soul touches the ether and joins with the other gentle souls
In a melting melding vapor of exhaustion
She sighs, the weight of caring, care-taking, heavy in her heart
She joyously carries on, her smile blessing those around her
Her loveliness infusing the atmosphere with the perfumed romance of her song
Innocuously she brushes her hair back from her laughing eyes
Tossing her head self-assuredly
Her strength showing
In her eyes
Yes
Her lovely eyes.
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Countless Thoughts have been Lost throughout the Ages to the minds of Madmen and breathless whispers of the Dead. Man has come a long way from the Age of Thoughtful Words and Script. This is my dedication to those who have been Lost along the way.
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