It rains in your eyes and drizzles in my mind. If you open the soaking lids even once of your eyes, the floodgates would open inside the silence of my mind. Everything would wash away along the profound earth’s sway. Nothing would remain the same today, tomorrow, and what is endless. I do understand your heart wrenches, eyes cry without a yell, as it makes its path from your soulful eyes to my accepting heart’s well, after meandering the long forlorn paths of my dampened mind’s dwell. Allow me to empty into my eyes, what you hold in those pair of sad eyes, or let me sip the drops of agony and aches, of your beautiful moist eyes, like one drinks the priciest of the spirits and gets high. Hold my hand and let’s walk some path, the pain would ebb and so would stop the rains. The brightest of the stars would dangle again, from the highest of the heavens.
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Beautiful & soothing.