Eyes,
The windows to the soul,
The emotion in them,
Says it all.
Eyes are just like an open book,
You can read them easily,
Just with one look.
But some people put up a wall,
A wall so strong,
Not even a tear can fall.
(Original)
Oh wow, I've updated so much today. Anyway, hoped you liked the short story and this poem.
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شِعرPoems I write in my notebook. They aren't brilliant but they're not bad either, hope you like them. Sneak peek: "Blood dripping from a Rose, Is like seeing an angel cry, It's unholy, never to be seen, It's heart has bled dry." All original, no copy...
