Eyes

Look into eyes

Look deep into 

Those eyes


The keeper

The grave

The story-teller


Is that why 

They're just beautiful 

For they have cried

And kept many unshed tears

They have smiled

But buried many untold fears

They have stories to tell

Always 

If you just take a moment 

And not avoid 

They will tell you lores

Overjoyed

But they'll also sense 

If you don't pay heed

And then those very eyes run

Hither and thither 

In search of the shattered pieces

Of their tattered tale

Because once you look away

They never look into you again 

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