Eyes

There is something special in the eyes of a stranger. That stare is new, full of curiosity. We all know that don’t matter how much we tried to pretend that we are looking at the emptiness, because our stare always betray us.

There is something exciting in the eyes of a stranger. Those eyes are staring at you for the first time, knowing that that view, is unique. And in that moment, you are those wise eyes, the marked skin which shows your battles and victories. You are that mysterious smile. You are that song you are mumbling and the book between your hands.

The eyes of a stranger known the magnificence of those eyes, that skin, that smile. They know how rare is that, how special. Be aware of this, no matter who you are or how you are, because for the eyes of a stranger, you are a unicorn.

Reviews

[J.A]

I love the idea of looking at a stranger's eyes. It's almost as if the older we get, the more we are aware not to look at each other's eyes anymore. I wrote something similar to this topic if you are interested in hearing. Great poem!