XII. Blue meets Gray

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A crowd bumps me,

But one familiar eyes stopped me

Thought it was nothing so i let it be

Not knowing, yours would be the most beautiful i would ever see

Not breaking our eye contact, you walked towards me.

You dont know how butterflies in my stomach flee.

You touched my eyelashes with your palms that are so fine

And said, "mine".

Your word sent shivers down my spine

Boy, was your eyes screams perfection.

Depressions, confussions, hesitations

Was never evident to your eyes

But rather it took me to another world,

shining, shimmering, splendid.

You took me to galaxies that no one ever did.

I bowed and let out a heavy breathe,

I looked away,

And when i turn back again,

I realized then,

How beautiful our eyes colide,

Blue meets Gray.

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