Brown Eyes
Irises color of an ancient oak.
Ancient oak with hues of warm golden honey.
Honey merging into the ancient oak, creating a spellbound glen in those irises.
Irises with such a glow.
Glow only the sun rays catch with their stunning beauty.
Beauty so unique to see in such eyes.
Eyes such an escape from reality.
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