looking

he was looking at her in wonder,

the woman with those warm brown eyes

which sparkle with distinct shine

whenever she would laugh

or give a faint smile,

he was looking

into those eyes

shining

bright.

Poetic form:- Nonet, which is a 9-line poem with 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second, 7 in the third and so on.

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The Choice is Mine

the moment the impalpable fruit comes up on the horizon

the nightly spots of light attract me, asking me to fade away with them that time

the choice is mine whether-

I want to be a seed of the sweet rising fruit or

the shine of the fading spots of night light.