Unspoken Love
In the sylvan afternoon
we drank mint julips
with a spoon
we smiled at clouds
that looked like clowns
we loved each other
without sound
without words
we said it all
as the rain began to fall
we caught the drops
upon our tongue
we did not sing,
we had not sung
until our love
began to fail
our knowing looks
began to pale
deep chasms
opened in between
we filled them up with
broken dreams
spoken,written,sung and told
the words were new,
our love was old.
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