I stare at him oftentimes
wondering what those deep brown eyes are thinking,
If the slight wrinkling of his forehead
means that his thoughts are the same as mine.
I mistook the silence of mystery,
A puzzle I cannot wait unravel,
that there was a magnificent person
lying beneath the blank space that always faced me. read more...
Brown Eyes
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Posted by Julie Ann Lozada at 7:07 AM
Labels: Poem/Poetry
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