On The Fingertips Of Eyelids

Her stare was an open library, An beautiful ode to literature. Indented pages, a testimony of reading til hearts content. An absolute delight, being spoilt be an collection of books that went on and on. Without adhesive to glue the pages down, they fluttered to different chapters. Her stare, delicate and soft. Eyes scroll in narration. Searching for the beginning of a deeper chapter. The gaps between words widened. The silence and peace of mind that went uninterrupted. the quick turns of nimble pages, an in-depth view to the flutter of your heart As the library seemed it wasn't going to close anytime soon