I say, "His eyes are gray."
"They're silver." She corrected me.
I ask, "What's the difference?"
"Silver shines."
Little did we know
it's still gray for me
and silver for her.
After all,
his eyes only
shine for her.
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Ukiyo - a collection of poems
Poetryu k i y o (浮世) [u-key-yo] Japanese (n.) living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life. "The Floating World" [#1 in 'book of poems' category out of 1.6k stories (22 July, 2022)] [The book cover is designed by me]
