{petrichor: the pleasant, earthy smell after rain}
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some say her eyes are like emeralds.
some say that her eyes are freshly picked grass.
the first thing you see when you look at her.
the radiant beauty, glowing,
complete with her smile.
you watch her eyes
glistening almost as great as the sun.
but sometimes,
if you watch closely,
her eyes
change.
the darker shade of green
the pure sight almost relaxing.
but yet,
so different from the lighter green eyes.
these eyes glare,
the happiness gone.
she shuts away,
her eyes no longer seen.
how can one person be so different but look almost the exact same?
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our personalities. our strength and weakness. tried to show this with green eyes — only two percent of the population have this eye colour, if I'm not wrong! Amazing.
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Poesithe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
