The Poetry of Our Eyes

I watched longingly; first with that look that is nothing more than the voice of poetry that eyes can only speak, then into the window which faces in all directions of the mind, anxious and amazed. This is the look that captured us, bringing body and soul together.

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Gustav Vigeland – Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman

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