Sunset Eyes

Sunset Eyes


Her eyes were the colour of sunset on a winterโ€™s day, clear and striking. They brought warmth to the cold burning it away like a fire or the promise of an early spring. You felt their heat infuse you like being too close to hot coals but still not wanting to move away. When she blinked, I died. When she reopened those pools of unfathomable depth, I lived again, came up gasping for air with a purpose, with a goal. She was beautiful, an angel fallen. She was everything a man could ever have dreamed of and more. Sunset Eyes, I called her, as she took the arm of another man and walked away.


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