Her sight had witnessed the uncertainty of life.
Her eyes were narrators of the tale of life.
They shone bright as the light of Thy.
They illuminated my abyss.
They peeked inside my soul.
They dived into my subconscious.
They bared all my secrets.
They rendered me harmless.
They chased away the twilight.
Oculus to oculus. Our worlds collided.
Her universe entangled into that of mine.
Mine was an oblivion on its own.
She showered her sun in my galaxy.
Her eyes banished the insecurity.
Those eyes were of an angel.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PoetryA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
