A charade in the making was what those eyes were.
Delphian eyes, reflecting a halcyon hue.
Powerful eyes, carrying the monsoon winds around the intricately woven iris.
Fathomless eyes, deeper than the Mariana Trench.
Profound eyes, drenched and served in pure enigma.
Eyes that, like a sponge, soaked the life out of me.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
A charade in the making was what those eyes were.
Delphian eyes, reflecting a halcyon hue.
Powerful eyes, carrying the monsoon winds around the intricately woven iris.
Fathomless eyes, deeper than the Mariana Trench.
Profound eyes, drenched and served in pure enigma.
Eyes that, like a sponge, soaked the life out of me.
