The auburn sky that never fails to amaze me invited me to look at her in awe,
Subsequently, something's different in me now,
I wonder what?
I couldn't figure it out.
Everytime I look at the sky I ended up daydreaming,
Not until I saw him,
Not until I saw him smiling with eyes reflecting the scenery around us.
Not until I saw myself in his eyes with pupil dilated that signifies interest.
I couldn't stop appreciating his beautiful eyes what more that I saw the sky and myself's reflection in his.
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PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
