The unspoken! 👀



The unspoken verses,

What do eyes hold? They just see things, don't they?

Oh, Is it just that? 

JUST THAT?

The gaze of a person could narrate a story with each blink a pause, where the words unfold. Every soft glance holds secret dreams and screams. They are the silent poets of the face.

On a painter's palette they swirl like colors, blues of sorrow, fiery reds of passion, and soft greens of hope. They are the vibrant brushstrokes that convey the spectrum of human emotion, shades of joy, whispers of sorrow, and flickers of desire.

In the language of eyes, all hearts align within their depths revealing the soul where the soul’s secrets unwind.

A glance becomes a melody, a silent song, binding us together where we truly belong.

They shimmer with stories, both tender and bold, revealing emotions that words can’t hold.

Through this unspoken dialogue, we find our way, for in the language of eyes, we discover our truth.

A profound intimacy that speaks of our youth.👀

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