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Unintended Innuendo
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
We did not mean to bring a winter wind
into her garden, nor did we intend
our shadows to stretch and smother bloom--
but silence, it seems, wore the shape of doom.
Her petals trembled, not from scorn,
but from the ache of being unseen.
A smile is a fragile thing--like frost
it vanishes at the cost of pause.
Next time, we will carry light in our walk,
learn to speak warmth without talk,
and sow gentleness not just in word,
but in every space where love is heard.
We will not stand--
we will kneel when beauty bends,
so no heart must shrink
beneath the weight of our unawareness again.
Copyright ©
Alesia Leach
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