Each set of eyes has its own story-
Its fears, joys and heartache
Glimmering in each, crowding out all
The hope of something new-
If only for a moment!
Will things change?
Will I change?
Can I change?
Do I want to change?
The questions clamour for attention
The windows to the soul-
Opaque, clouded by thought!
The moment is gone-
The eyes blink,
Their stories move on...
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