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His Eyes - Quatern

In his deep eyes, I always drown, Shining bright with the greatest wit, Raises brows with sarcastic frown, Quiet and calm, I won't quit ! Subtle his heart, says beats for me, In his deep eyes, I always drown, Top priority and his she , Pearls of applaud in precious crown ! Not to forget his lustrous gown, Meeting on roof that moonlit night, In his deep eyes, I always drown, And landed up in a weird fight ! Annoyance his face clearly says, Colour turning to intense brown, Emotion games then mind plays, In his deep eyes, I always drown ! Written on 3/5/14 Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich

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Date: 5/5/2014 8:03:00 AM
Wonderful write. The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Date: 5/6/2014 9:04:00 AM
Thanks for the like Monterey ! Yes thru ' eyes one is able to touch one's soul !
Date: 5/3/2014 2:23:00 PM
Nice write. You might like my A Soldier's Foreign Woman, also a quatern.
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Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Date: 5/6/2014 9:02:00 AM
Thanks Mark for passing by !

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