Our eyes
Eyes.
Your eyes.
My eyes.
No sound, no motion.
Silence in our eyes.
Living for a moment to make a sound, to say a word.
Don’t ask why.
Let it happen.
No words, no cry.
Don’t ask why.
Let it come as the sound of a coin dropped in a wishing well.
Don’t say a word.
Don’t ask why.
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