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OKAY GUYS this thought just popped into my head…. Brown of Gold is the sequel to Emelina, Right or Wrong
Dead in a Shallow Puddle
The face of it
The eyes fully open as if it was looking for something in me
The short hair sticking straight up, floating in the gentle movement
of the little puddle
But the eyes, cold, ice, blue
I dared to touch the dead person's face
I could see the sky, wind, water in those blue eyes
Wondering what their story might have been
The eyes were still alive, searching
You could tell that the body was withering away
In those eyes there was everything but fire
The bones becoming visible
There was nothing scary in those eyes
Who left them behind like this?
You could tell from their eyes that the person was gentle but they were too
delicate,
Like frosting on a cake
What was the last thing those rich eyes saw?
How many winters?
His eyes give me meaning
Something to live for even though he is dead
But his eyes stay awake
Then it hit me like a sword in the throat, he did it to himself
But his eyes are so big and beautiful
Why did he do that?
Those eyes of ice
His body was ice
His eyes spoke of sweet passions and dreams
He must have been a hard worker
But I fell in live with those eyes of ice
My heart will forever be frozen in time
His eyes alive
If only by miracle he came back to life
My eyes are locked with his
I always fall in love with something I can't have
Why must my eyes do that?