The Gaze

Like a lake, surrounded by forests and hills,
Shadows plunging into the eternal skies,
Her gaze seeps into my depths, and still,
I hear the distant echo of her cries.

Unwavering, it betrays no emotion,
I’ll never grasp that immortal flame,
That melts this glass of brown reflection,
Windows that open to her soul, her name.

Her dreamy eyes leave me a gentle dreamer.


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