"I always dreamed of the ocean, it was the waves with the foaming white that inspired me, so I always thought that only blue eyes impressed me. Because the color blue in every tone, in every angle of light enchanted me.
But when I caught sight of his, I wondered if I ever thought about the color green. Green as nature, a walk through the forest, where every sound is silenced and only the chirping of existence proves that you are breathing.
That was not all, looking into his green eyes while his lips formed into a smile made me melt and I understood why rarity distinguished him. Not even an emerald shone has such a greenness as he did while his mutt blonde hair blew in the wind.
I wish I could catch one last glimpse of him, stand in front of him one more time and wonder how God could have created something so perfect, while he smiles at me and all I see in him is an emerald, so green like his nature."
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Russian Wolf
PoetryI have always pushed everything and everyone away from me, because I believed that no one would care who the person behind the facade is. But not to deceive you, he was not interested in the person either. But because of the pain he gave me, I start...
