Wet Eyes

*Japanese ver

A few days ago

In the market square in Kraków

Our eyes crossed for a moment

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She looked like a tourist from a warmer region

Medium-length black hair
Slightly tanned skin
And black eyes

Her eyes were wet

Not with tears
Just wet

The wet black eyes looked at me
I looked at her
Our eyes crossed
And we passed in silence

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Her wet black eyes

It was a momentary beauty

Can’t be seized
Can’t be captured
Can only be remembered
Can only be replayed in my memory

And with each replay, the beauty fades away a little more