HIS BROWN EYES

It was the darkness in his eyes that I loved.

They weren´t green or blue, they were simply brown.

Brown like the coffee which takes the sleep away in the morning.

Brown like hot chocolate in the cold winter.

Brown like the cozy smell of the wood in forests.

Brown like the soil in which life blooms every single day.

They were just brown. A deep and warm brown.

A brown that hypnotizes anyone who looks at them.

A brown that makes you dream so deeply.

A brown that makes you love every detail and imperfection no matter how minimal it is
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So no, they weren’t blue like the sea or green like the meadows.

Those are his eyes, his alluring brown eyes.