She smiles with her eyes.
You look at her, and you see nothing but her eyes.
I wonder if she is actually smiling, or just creasing her eyes.
I’ll never know I guess.
The whole world sees oppression in her blacked veil,
But not me.
I say, she has invisibility at the palm of her hands.
Invisibility, in the midst of a world loosing boundaries.
Did I mention? She has beautiful eyes.