Of unspoken words and memories.

 

And in this way of loving life
as time comes or so it goes
We may not talk
or always smile
But purpose is what we fulfill.
As wind is strong
But gentle enough .
As one could be
but never enough.
In short, we do show our love in parts
in broken pieces and shattered glass
Which is the way it’s meant to be,
Of unspoken words and memories.
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