morning eyes...

…watched me every morning … I could feel how worried they were…
I couldn’t even look in to those young eyes… although they became the kind good morning of every day…
I respect this talent of touching someone’s soul… with letting it to be as it is, without interrupting it by any word or action…
If they were not so young, may be I could dare to look in to them… and respect them in other ways…
But they were not old and dirty as my eyes…
Now they are gone