March | 2013 | Guillermo Calvo Mahé

The Windows of Her Soul: a Haiku of sorts in e flat minor

Deepest mahogany orbs set in pallid white, encased in smiling ovals hinting at slight upward slants, shaded by dark lashes under slender brows:

Lost somewhere else in space and time, I smile whenever their gaze meets mine.

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