Everything else becomes blurry
The moment your sky-painted eyes
Stare at me with mysterious acts
Combined with inexpressive beautiful face.
Surrounded by uninvited silence
Those twinkling lips play ‘statue’
Then you fence yourself with your book
And dream into the words of Dostoevsky.
But just before I dare to blink
Suddenly you splash me with a wink
Followed by winter-sun smile
And everything becomes amazing.
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