10.11.2007,10:27 PM
Eyes of the soul

They are a language with no words.
A window into the inside, even the unconscious 'I'.
They tell no lies, they will not betray.
And they are beautiful.
A kaleidoscope of brown, yellow and gray pigments.
In fibrous tissue of the iris.
And light reflects from its surface.
Color shades changing.
A stained glass window
to the soul.


posted by Macrobe
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