Cherish

An experience from last winter.

Her eyes were windows - covered in blinds drawn tight except for the narrow opening where another eyes - young and furtive - peered cautiously out into an unfriendly world.

There was no reflection, but for a moment they were mirrors and a lonely world reeled.

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[miSS LEaf]

i couldn't help but wishing this poem to be laid out differently, like:

her eyes were windows, covered in
blinds, drawn tight, except
for the narrow opening, where
another eyes -young and furtive-
peered cautiously out
into an unfriendly world...
....

i'd like it more then, though i still can say i enjoy this piece :) ~L