Eyes, so special and so unique,
Seeing the world in such color,
It is almost impossible to comprehend.
A plant is a gentle form of life,
Extending its beautiful tendrils outwards,
Beckoning, healing.
A face is either an open or closed book,
Showing scars, hiding joy, showing joy, hiding scars,
Somehow always able to draw you in.
Eyes are the window within.
Sometimes the shutters may be drawn,
But occasionally, if you are special, the secrets come pouring out in a cacophony of words.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
