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THE SOUND OF A BELL
Love is not of the body
but a language every soul speaks
like a stubborn strand of hair
appearing where it’s least wanted.
No heart truly goes numb
no mind ever forgets
it only takes a deep breath
to face what lingers inside.
Love begins in silence
in that pause before the touch
the quiet before the bell
and the echo that follows after.
But heartbreak arrives louder
when the heart insists it won’t be fooled
turning the echo into proof
a sound of breaking, rebounding alone.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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