Some people have enchanting eyes alive with something otherworldly.
There is a gust of wind in their glance, and a spirited fire in their gaze. They see things not many people can, they see the soul.
They see the dancing skirts of a gypsy in the souls of the shy, they see the feiry ambition in the silence of the quiet ones, and they see heart-breaking vulnerability in those that seem the strongest.
But most of all, their eyes enchant us, because deep inside their irises, we too catch a glimpse of us that our minds are to weak to accept.
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Coffee Stains
Short StorySwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains
