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His watching eyes, a sallow and sunken green, observed. They moved not with the buoyancy of childhood, nor with light hearted mirth, yet cooly. How heavy they were! How slow! As mossy boulders they ground within their sockets. Grim. So very grim. I begged them to glace away, yet they would not. This unrelenting gaze, in which I could discern no blink, quite stole the opaqueness of my skin. What had been my natural covering was rendered uncomfortably clear, as if it were a fragile pane stretched thin by aeon's hand.

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Her eyes were as green lights could shine in any night.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.
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Her eyes were the hue of the new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength, of the kind of green that comes only as summer advances. And they were never more beautiful than when she cried, when her gentleness flowed over her cheeks, nor when she became the wise woman we came to depend on, decorated with laughter lines. Yet the soul and the eyes are ageless, and to me, so was she.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2019.
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Her eyes were both the sunlit foliage and the shade of their own shadows. Night and day, they were the same, as if for her the very stars gathered near, such was her mirthful gravity. Light could abandon her no more than a flame can deny its heat. As time kept its metronome march, her laughter lines did spread. The once blank notebook of childhood became the sweetest vignette. Age had written its lines from crease to furthest edge. When youth is succeeded by wisdom, it is a thing to cheer. And so, though skin did fold around her eyes through her maturing years, she held a beauty, a soulful ever-spring.

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Her eyes were the sweet hue of spring clover.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.
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There is a kind of green that speaks to the soul of nature, of fresh wands of grass and new buds, and her eyes were that bright colour, bold and beautiful.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.
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He had eyes that spoke of all things newborn in the spring, of a soul that remained ever-young.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.
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Her eyes were every green hue of the forest in summertime.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.
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She had eyes that were softly woven with a chorus of green threads.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.
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They say green is the strongest colour because it ignites the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that her eyes were born strong, the green hue reminding us of sunshine and floral blooms.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 3, 2020.