“The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye.” – Charlotte Bronte
The eyes are windows to the soul,
They say, and yet I wonder,
If that is truly so,
Or if they are but mirrors,
Reflecting back on us
What we wish to see
For in the eyes of some,
I see only darkness,
A void …
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