Eyes

Brown, green and blue. They laugh, love, despise, sometimes shine with love, sometimes with sadness. They are fast, miss, explore, rebel, are ashamed, lurking, expecting ... And they are beautiful, especially when they enjoy themselves.

They show us the world as it is, the other way we want to see it.

They walk in the footsteps of someone else or find their way. And do not lie. They do not have this privilege and this flaw. They are all, but not deceitful, and in the whole sea of the falsehood of the illusion in which we live, they have failed to sneak in and a drop of untruth.

People say that the eyes are a window to the soul. The real man who can not hide behind curtains of selected words or behind the artificiality of learned gestures.

They are insatiable, sometimes they judge, experience, watch with curiosity, with the excitement and impatience of a toddler who is said not to open the door.

They feel, admire, seduce and become seduced.

They change. After each look is different.

They rise, shine and go out.

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Much love - Krisii

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