Innocent Eyes

Wandering around restlessly day and night, like nomads do, your innocent eyes never stop to amaze me. They monitor every move; they record every activity no matter how trivial it might be. Sometimes they smile in content for nothing; sometimes they cry out for everything; sometimes they just look for something. But there is one thing I dread the most, one stare so penetrating that makes me shudder to my core. Can anyone tell me, why do I feel guilt every time you fix your innocent little eyes on me?

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