Hold my hand
One last time
Let them glisten
As they shine
Perfectly brown
Filled with warmth
Your soul crowned
In an open door.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I truly believe it, because when I looked into his eyes, I saw his heart. As time went by, his eyes seemed more hidden. I no longer saw his soul, I just saw a closed window.
Painting: “A certain taste of life”- Linnea Strid
Seeds Before Water 