Depth

There’s something in it,
The depth of those eyes,
I know not,
the serenity or wisdom,
the coveted emotions
flowing in the river of thoughts,
the sky hue, the shades of green,
or an oceanic drop,
I know not.
But it is there,
a fleeting soul empowered
from her past, a glint in the eye
a smirk of cleverness,
seeping warmth
behind the shyness,
but it is there,
something in the depth of those eyes
I know not,
maybe deceit and treachery.

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