Through Chestnut Eyes
It is incredible,
How so small of stares - often end up,
Giving the most enchanting moments to some souls.
The subtle strokes,
Made by those chestnut pupils,
A placid feeling in my heart it instills.
The sun gleamed on every one of these streaks,
Unravelling, the depth with which our eyes meet.
His eyes glittering more than the stars,
And glinted in the sun, like sh...
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