A gentle raise of one is an alarm
When both twirl to each , a suspicion
And when they stretch and relax,
a smile
There is an entire language of these
We never learnt, but unlike words
These are felt, and it emerges
Autonomous, and conveys
Sharply, the eyes may lie often
But the eyebrows seldom do
I speak in eyebrows too
And I watch them as I watch you
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