Unspoken
Some words
are too heavy
for our fragile lips—
useless burdens.
But what is there left to say
when eye to eye,
forehead to forehead,
silence says it all?
When our pulse murmurs truths
no sound could ever hold?
Perhaps we belong more to silence,
where hearts whisper unseen poems.
What is spoken is often lost.
But what remains unspoken
becomes eternal.
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