Her blue eyes meet mine.
Her gaze is firm, she radiates authority, strenght.
Her feet, etched to the ground.
No hurricane, no tornado will move her.
Yet her eyes somehow reveal a soft side.
There's something childish and playful in that smirk of hers.
I wonder who she is.
So familiar, yet unknown.
I envy her.
That strong woman.
Where have I seen her?
I hear a whisper, a voice I recognize.
"Look again".
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Her blue eyes meet mine.
Her gaze is firm, she radiates authority, strenght.
Her feet, etched to the ground.
No hurricane, no tornado will move her.
Yet her eyes somehow reveal a soft side.
There's something childish and playful in that smirk of hers.
I wonder who she is.
So familiar, yet unknown.
I envy her.
That strong woman.
Where have I seen her?
I hear a whisper, a voice I recognize.
"Look again".
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