Unspoken Words of Hope
Writing and writing…keep writing on
Little pieces, little puzzles, forgotten memories...
The other day, I was thinking of you, not in a rigid way
I think of many … many random things , I do not know why.
Life seems like a huge journey on one of those training track, non-ending
Leads to learning lessons: not to whisper, shout or talk too loud, not at all.
I am never able to focus on a speaker, on a particular speech,
As it is not happening
I see his background wall color, his windowpanes, and his fingers,
Moving on with his words.
I wish this path will lead to a forest
With a chance to part from each other, for us, for good,
And, I wish somehow this poem would reach you like a whisper,
With all unspoken words of hope.
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