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UNFORGIVEN No, I don’t want to say goodbye, I can’t. I’m trapped and bound by the feeling. It doesn’t matter how much I vent - my rhyming blows through my ceiling. And I’m looking for a single chance - one chance she’s never ever given to see her once... Yes, only once to meet her eyes to be forgiven... -A. (June 2019) ... HER EYES I saw her eyes... they were changing colour - the blue-green eyes with multitude of shades: with greens of sea that full of strength and valour, with blues of skies on sunny summer days... The eyes indeed are windows of soul - they let us access hidden inner ’I’. Through eyes we see a person as a whole if not afraid of giving it a try... I saw her eyes... they were changing colour - I gave her access - she could see inside; and like the sea that full of strength and valour, she filled my soul with her soul’s tide... The tides are coming in and fading out; and I am longing see the blues of skies - the blues of skies without single cloud - the blues of skies in ever changing eyes. I’m longing see her eyes... - A. (March 2019) ... A photo of the morning star is of unknown author. The rest of the photos and poems: “Unforgiven“ and “Her Eyes“ are mine. The photos are taken in Linz and Graz, Austria. ... Many thanks to Beethoven for this timeless piece! The music belongs to the respective copyright owners. No copyright infringement is intended. ... #thepianoguys #fivesecrets #beethoven #AriesEdition
