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In those grey eyes remained sparks of the blacksmith's fire.

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His grey eyes had the bluish hue of sunlight upon slate.

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Her grey eyes were the flight of the dove in the cloud-filtered post-storm light.

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In those grey eyes was a well set foundation, as if he was quite concrete about all that really mattered.

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Sarah had the eyes of dove feathers, not the albino kind, but the ones with a hue so softly grey that they could have been pencil drawn. They had that look of birds flying on sunlit days, the shine and quick movement, yet relaxed, purposeful, at ease.

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His eyes were the perfect shade of winter grey. They were cloudy skies, they were quarry rock, how did I not notice them before?

By Abby Wieffering, March 25, 2016*.
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Yasmeen's eyes were irritated and tired, the iris that always reminded me of a soft, comfortable, fluffy blanket looked torn, broken.

By annelyriemshine, February 4, 2018*.
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A tear began to flow from her eyes, the eyes that are staring at me. They aren't emotionless; they are strong locks holding all her powerful feelings within. They're glaciers to kept her emotions frozen, but it's an ice that can't bear the memories of her childhood. It's a lock that opened for her brother's sake.
This woman is young, but she's certainly a warrior, one who's found the light to continue after she's seen the deepest floors of hell.

By annelyriemshine, February 4, 2018*.
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“Your eyes, they’re not grey, they’re silver. Brilliant and bright. Silver like the wolf that cried to the moon, silver like the raging sea before the first ray of light touches its waves, silver like the shackles that bind you, the ones I will melt with my love."

By lunaslays, August 9, 2017*.