A hand...
clutched knuckles white awaiting for news,
a warm gentle caress down the side of a silky cheek
quivered shakes....bitten nails
A smile...
of genuine mirth and and pure innocence
a quiet thanks mirrored by the eyes
and secrets only 2 will share
A tear...
unmasked the stormy mind
wretched by pain and grief
cleansing rivulets for the soul.
A vibe...
of multi-coloured hues radiates and dims
a signal reaching out
of a need to be understood.
Some things...are best , left unspoken
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