Hold my hand

One last time

Let them glisten

As they shine

 

Perfectly brown

Filled with warmth

Your soul crowned

In an open door.

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They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I truly believe it, because when I looked into his eyes, I saw his heart. As time went by, his eyes seemed more hidden. I no longer saw his soul, I just saw a closed window.

Painting: “A certain taste of life”- Linnea Strid

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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