Eyes, like a mirror of the soul ...

FEMALE LOOK

On the lake surface of mischievous glass
The sun's ray jumped recklessly,
It sparkled, galloped, where the duckweed bloomed
And, blinking at me coquettishly, disappeared.

And sometimes a woman's gaze flashes just as fluently
From the crowd through blind faces.
It will enter the memory with sadness, prick a needle in the heart,
And on a stormy night will dream.

(Gennady Skripnik)