For Esther’s writing challenge: https://wp.me/p3vsTb-9IL
EYES
Eyes are strange things.
They can smile before lips ever move.
They can harden like winter seas,or soften
at the sound of a familiar voice.
Some eyes carry storms.
Some carry galaxies.
Some hold grief so quietly you only notice it when they look away.
A child’s eyes search the world for wonder.
An old soul’s eyes search for truth.
And sometimes,
in one fleeting moment,
someone’s eyes meet yours
and you feel
seen —not
the version you show the world,
but the hidden self beneath all the noise.
That is the magic of eyes.
They speak
the language
the mouth is too afraid to say.
With love
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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