Fiction, Poetry

his eyes cleared…

when he looked at her,

his eyes

carrying the caveats

of a thousand dreams,

 

and in just the right light

when she angled her perception,

her kaleidoscopic-ed name

he’d arranged

as invitation…

 

“…how rare, and beautiful it truly is, that we exist…”

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