The sense of familiarity had dawned upon us
As our gazes locked,
Cold piercing icy blue eyes
Stumbled upon the brown's golden gleam
A pair of pale blue eyes
As innocent as a rose
As pristine as a snow
The luster of brown
By the sunlight is like a pool of honey
This rich and sweet substance
As the two hues collided
Just as the first snowflake fell
On the earth's surface
- Arcana
Photo : Ctto.
