If eyes are the windows to the soul

Arletta
Author: Arletta
Word Count: 126
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It explains why they grow weaker as we age, especially without caring for them well
His soul was brown and veiled, seemingly deep, but lying in it’s emotions
Mine was bright and clear, but weak in the light, and a bit wonky on one side
His soul was downcast, drooping, hidden behind darkness, and avoided intimacy
Mine hated the dark because it could not see it’s way, so it could not find him there
His saw too much and drank it all in, greedily, flitting from gaze to gaze to gaze anew
Mine saw too little peripherally but believed in what was standing before it, solidly
We could never see eye to eye, as long as the eyes are the windows of the soul

If eyes are the windows to the soul

If eyes are the windows to the soul belongs to the following groups:

All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical.
  • JenniferB

    JenniferB, 4 months ago

    Incredibly descriptive writing Arletta, your words are able to bring to life and provide imagery, for those intangibles such as the soul.

    We could never see eye to eye, as long as the eyes are the windows of the soul

    perfect, simply perfect.

    xox

  • Arletta

    Arletta in reply to JenniferB’s comment, 4 months ago

    Thank you much, Ma’am

  • Prasad

    Prasad, 4 months ago

    I liked the final PUNCH, Arletta. Stunning flow of the words. It has great depth and certainly needs a different state of mind…............. Just like mine way of thinking. VWD.

  • Arletta

    Arletta in reply to Prasad’s comment, 4 months ago

    Thank you!

  • Louise Kuskovski

    Louise Kuskovski, 4 months ago

    lovely. I especially adore the first line.

    Louise

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