Eye lens

I saw your eyes different:
When a lull in them when the storm
When they are bright as a summer day,
When they are dark as night shadow
When they are mountain lakes,
From under his brows look transparent look.
I saw them when they were something dreams
When they are hidden long eyelashes,
Laughing seen them used to
Sad, gazing wearily -
Slope above my line ...
They took clarity and peace
My impassive before the eyes -
And I freak sing them for the umpteenth time.

Rasul Gamzatov
photographer Eduard Suleymanov

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