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Her brown eyes shone brightly, reflecting the warmth of the sun. They were such a unique colour, a mix of light and dark. They looked at my dark brown eyes now, so big and beautiful, so much emotion held inside. They smiled constantly, those doe eyes. Eyeliner rimmed her eyes, making them stand out so much more.
She could never understand the beauty she is made of, because she doesn't see herself as I do, as anyone does.

By micky_roy, November 9, 2014.
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Her eyes sparkled, the light making them look alive. Their light brown color was soft, the exact shade of a latte. A ring of gold hung inside her iris, adding another layer of depth to her already beautiful eyes.

By unfinishedsentenc, May 29, 2014.
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Neal gazes over, eyes like cinnamon cream, flecks the same shade as the woodland path we walk to the market on Sundays. What can I do? I shoot a half-grin back, wishing it were our day to meander that path together but there is more work to do than there are hours in the day...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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Amy's eyes are like sun baked soil, pale even though they are brown. When she stares its so gentle, as if there is a kindness that flows from them, reassuring, beautiful.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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Warren's eyes are the colour of the clay from the valley before it is baked, homely, soft.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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Jake's eyes were bewitching; it was as if their roasted-coffee-bean rim had diffused into a cream hued iris - mixing until it was the colour of sun-dried beech wood.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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Show me those eyes that are cream in rich coffee and I will show you my rest. Show me the brown that isn't dark, yet is warm, and I'll hitch my hammock for a long siesta – the sound of the ocean in my ears.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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Ian hasn't the denim eyes that are so common here, instead they are as reflections of the hessian sacks we throw the root vegetable harvest into.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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The eyes that look back aren't the colour of the volcanic ashes everyone here watches with, instead they are driftwood flecked with sand.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.
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The eyes that look back are the colour of the forest mushrooms, earthen brown in a way that brings to mind old sepia photographs.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 12, 2016.