My driver’s license says they’re brown.
Sometimes they are green.
Sometimes they are hazel.
Sometimes they have funny gold flecks in them.
And sometimes they really are brown.
The older I get, the more they change – the more I am surprised when I look in the mirror what color I see in my reflection.
Back in the day, I loved the song “Brown Eyed Girl” by Van Morrison (right? Because my eyes were UNDENIABLY brown). But now? I mean, shoot… that doesn’t entirely apply anymore.
Someone needs to write a song for the girl with brownish-greenish-hazelish-flecky eyes.
Like, pronto.
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