I could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collection of eyes and silent stares, written at the late hours sometimes, when all is quiet, or at the beautiful evenings, just before sunset, with noises all around me. *Cover by @Hamna20 *All rights reserved.All Rights Reserved